Oh my dear friend Christian. How I miss him and his ways. How I miss the cocaine. I can't even live through Christian to get the satisfying feel of feeding the addiction. At least I have my Nicotine, my blessed Nicotine
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If taking care of this dumb bastard means shooting him in the head and burying him in my back yard. Consider it done. Haha. And I'll see you back on the wagon, soon, Steve baby. I know you'll be there.
you should make a new name. with sincere creature in it. it's 5am, you're not hgome, amelia doesn't call me because adam is there, there's no food ahhhhhh i hate you all.
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Haha. And I'll see you back on the wagon, soon, Steve baby. I know you'll be there.
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