I am pretty sure I almost got in a fight at a restaurant last night around midnight. Seriously. Some crazy girlfriend of an ex wanted to "talk" to me. *shakes head* get a clue.
It's the hair. It's gotta be the hair. All the bitches are jealous. I got the hair, I got the mirrorball glasses, I need the camaro and gloves. I own you.
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