Drunk on a Friday Night
My boyyf is in Chinna. And he hasnt called me. I saw him down Miracle Mile the motherfucker thinks he can get away with it stupid ass. If he'd tell me the truth that he was cheating on him life would be gr8. I would move on to bBIGGER and definitely BETER things. A lie is like a boat it always floats. When ur drunk blowing ur nose could b quite
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