i just can't be bothered getting a job. they ask me things and i'm just like "oh GOD... meh" and sigh like napoleon. but i suppose i need more money. i have a voracious appetite for alcohol to sate. and dvds.
beetlejuice, clare. and be nice in interviews. you need to pay for my reconstructive surgery when the spider's poison ravages my beautiful, beautiful face. ooohhh god! not my face! aaaarrrggghhhh!
i saw sam at the swan basement on friday night, if that's what you're asking. and i cried all night because you weren't there. not really, i was very drunk, though.
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and be nice in interviews.
you need to pay for my reconstructive surgery when the spider's poison ravages my beautiful, beautiful face. ooohhh god! not my face!
aaaarrrggghhhh!
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I had a quiet one, please forgive me.
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can we posse it up sometime?
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