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[27 Jan 2009|05:20pm] |
I was on my way home from the pub the other night, when these two men were following me. So I turns around and says to them, "You aren't going to be kicking in my back door tonight. You fucking better get that straight after now." When they didn't listen to that, I took off running. But after a block or two, I got too tired. So I turned my wand on them. And I turned the pair of them into a nice little tea cozy. I had too. There was no other choice. The one was chubbed up. And when I set the tea cozies in the dumpster I yells at them, "Fuckholes. You can play your flute on someone else's back door. I ain't no fannyball." Right. That was some fucking nightmare.
But even before that, when I was at the pub. Them Betty's wouldn't back off. So I tries to tell them what the boys does. "For fuck's Sake, woman. I'm playing here. You can have a go at my clackers later." And the bitch liked it. So then I tries another move when she's all up in face. "Jesus fucking Mary of Christ. Why don't I just bend you over the table and give it to you right here?" She left me alone for a total of one more hand of poker. What's with the bitches anymore? What happened to the days when you could beat them off with just looking at them. Now they all just want my oats. Fuck that. Shit the fucking bed, what happened to the time when you could wax your pipe on your own and not have to worry about someone needing to do it for you all the time? It's invasion of public space is what that is. Fucking whores, every damn last one of them.
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[27 Jan 2009|03:08pm] |
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lyrics here ( quinn. )
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[27 Jan 2009|02:40am] |
Friends Only
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