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this girl I know is always sick and always wants to talk about it to the point that everybody else is sick of her she says her hormones are a mess she can’t lose weight she’s under too much pressure yet she’d drink you clean under the table she has these minor cancer scares and is convinced she’s bound to get it she’s often returned from the doctors disappointed to get the all clear of course the swine flu didn’t stand a chance of passing her by last I heard she was holed up in bed with a bottle of wine and 200 marlboro lights broadcasting her lastest ailment via twitter
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
there's no ******* way that epidemic could pass her by
this girl I know is always sick and always wants to talk about it to the point that everybody else is sick of her she says her hormones are a mess she can’t lose weight she’s under too much pressure yet she’d drink you clean under the table she has these minor cancer scares and is convinced she’s bound to get it she’s often returned from the doctors disappointed to get the all clear of course the swine flu didn’t stand a chance of passing her by last I heard she was holed up in bed with a bottle of wine and 200 marlboro lights broadcasting her lastest ailment via twitter
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
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