Wow.
Slap. Punch. Wigs fly. Hearts die.
Gives me an unplacably spooky feeling. Love it.
That’s when she whipped out dick.
Happens all the time…
Love, lost. Ring, sold. Heart, broken.
@ David: Is that ALL you can say?
@David: Is that ALL you can say?
We Drank, Nine Months, permanent hangover
Young love. Pregnant. Now he’s gone.
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