Biotchin e mail me the new name, please, you cute lil basnastard.
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Thinkin Petey Boo needs a "nurse," applications being accepted now.
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You rock GF!! You know, we redheads got it going on!!! That is the gospel truth! |
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I feel like stalking somebody....... I'm not busy for a few minutes... Yeah, I'm free too. Don't you think his ego is BIG enough without all this adulation?....I'm busy ManO!!!.... Cleaning my house this weekend! I might even wash my windows..... Well darlin, we never said we weren't gonna shoot him when he stalks us! |
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Irish Basnastard, you're lookin particularly biotchin fine today.
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You rock GF!!
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Down the steps, kitchen, bathroom, garage. Looks like I'm a roaming gnome today!
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I feel like my sill Shania Twain reference from a few days ago was totally lost on the crowd.
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Hell, I'll stalk you, Mach!
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Love you, too, Boone!
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I feel like stalking somebody....... I'm not busy for a few minutes... |
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Johnny, I love you darlin. Check yer profile...
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Gonna chat with a friend in a minute. Take down old curtains/rods, put up cool new ones that are energy conserving. Clean the kitchen. Give the dresser a final top coat. Try to sell dresser to the local antiques guy. Possibly work on the garage, though it's prob too cold for that. Find other stuff to get my paws into.
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Petey Boo? Did you know biotchin menopause f**kin sucks? Yes, 'cause my biotchin' poor excuse of a f**kin' mother used that as a biotchin' "reason" to abuse this poor basnastard. WOW. On that biotchin note, Good night Basnastard Petey Boo. |
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Petey Boo? Did you know biotchin menopause f**kin sucks?
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Yer allowed to biotchin say FORKIN, Petey Boo.
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I am biotchin tired and going to my big, empty, biotchin bed.
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So far I have sat on my big, fat hiney and talked to hotties online... you for got me How in the world did I do THAT? |
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My favorite song.
The Late Show Everyone I've ever known has wished me well Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell Maybe people only ask you how you're doing 'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they could care But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear Now to see things clear it's hard enough I know While you're waiting for reality to show Without dreaming of the perfect love And holding it so far above That if you stumbled onto someone real you'd never know (You'd never know) You could be with somebody who is lonely too (Sometimes it doesn't show) He might be trying to get across to you (words can be so slow) When your own emptiness is all that's getting through There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking I passed that point long ago (Long ago) Now I'm so tired of all this circling And all these glimpses of the end (You know it's useless to pretend) That's all the voices say: "You'll go right on circling Until you've found some kind of friend" I saw you through the laughter and the noise You were talking with the soldiers and the boys While they scuffled for your weary smiles I thought of all the empty miles And the years that I've spent looking for your eyes (Looking for your eyes) And now I'm sitting here wondering what to say (That you might recognize) Afraid that all these words might scare you away (And break through the disguise) No one ever talks about their feelings anyway Without dressing them in dreams and laughter I guess it's just too painful otherwise Look It's like you're standing in the window Of a house nobody lives in And I'm sitting in a car across the way (Let's just say) It's an early model Chevrolet (Let's just say) It's a warm and windy day You go and pack your sorrow The trash man comes tomorrow Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away |
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Some people are too good to be treated badly. Her loss, as it was his loss, in my case. With any luck in life, you meet someone who helps you realize how good you are and helps you to laugh again.
To my very dear new friend. |
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