John B · Dec 21, 2010
To random drunk chick

there's many ways to skin a cat

or so they say to talk out prat

perhaps in ways the sayings true

in relationship to clothes and you  

your breath offends

your breasts pretend  

don't start me on IQ

so go to hell

don't say you fell

from heaven or ill puke

dont get me wrong

I don't blame you

society's done this

you think its hot

to drink and trot

your slutty nastiness

 
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