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A haiku for the drunk girls.
walkb:
If you have to cry,
don’t do it in the bathroom.
People need to pee.
to no one in particular, well if you're guilty......
yes it’s your tumblr and you can do whatever the fuck you want with it but that does not change the fact that you run a stupid blog.
anon: your tumblr is stupid.
you: it’s mine i can do what i wish < i find this kind of reasoning very irrelevant.
anon: yes, but it’s still stupid.
messing with my hair to fix it. i wonder if mixing is a combination of both cos it’s somehow the same.
My mom got caught earlier this afternoon accidentally beating the red light. She used her powers to get out of the situation by using her winning combo which includes her insanely powerful tear ducts and supreme acting skills. The policeman… well suddenly became thirsty and wanted soda instead of her license so my mom just gave him P100 and voila, free again, feeling like a boss and an award...
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is friday even rnb, i dont know and i dont care. Im just referring to some mainstream music nowadays.
all thanks to rebecca black for making me realize that almost every rnb song out there is as stupid as friday, some even worse.
i hate it when my stomach tells me that there’s an urgent need for me to poo and then when i get to the toilet it’s nothing but a mix of gases. i mean, come on man, what did i do wrong? and then vice versa. ooohhh it’s just a fart, but NOOOOOO…….you know what’s next.
i'm on a date with bacon.
forever <3
April 2011
