Mother (or father, or sister, or brother) fucking boggle-eyed fetal alcohol syndrome skank called the other night. TWICE! Jesus, I had to spray my phone down with Lysol because of the fear of disease she has instilled in me
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And as the walls come down and As I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade Recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's all right. I don't mind...