I need these sunnies. I'm willing to kill for them. (In the abortion sense. I'd pay for an abortion if it came with these glasses.)
It's like god answered my prayers and dropped this girl from heaven. Miraculously she didn't splatter all over the side-walk, but she looks a
triffle pissed. Well-dressed AND pissed off. She was made for me. Think of all the destructive love we would make. Think of how we would grow to resent
eachother. Oh, is there nothing more beautiful than this, the woman I'd eventually accuse of being a fat whore? No, no there isn't. Even a milkshake made from butterflies wouldn't be this beautiful.
I need these sunnies. I'm willing to kill for them. (In the abortion sense. I'd pay for an abortion if it came with these glasses.)
It's like god answered my prayers and dropped this girl from heaven. Miraculously she didn't splatter all over the side-walk, but she looks a triffle pissed. Well-dressed AND pissed off. She was made for me. Think of all the destructive love we would make. Think of how we would grow to resent eachother. Oh, is there nothing more beautiful than this, the woman I'd eventually accuse of being a fat whore? No, no there isn't. Even a milkshake made from butterflies wouldn't be this beautiful.
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