Right now I'm talking to three girls online. I don't know where my head it at currently because I'm too damn drunk, at least my 32 says so. But honestly, where do some of these girls get their ideas from, it's ridonkulous. It just makes no sense. The wallflower is chronically depressed, I've called her on it, I call her misery guts. Finally, I know
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