**** yo **** ***** no mo hard are mind your p:s and Quaalude, mind your manners and your settle your estates but the state you're in is a Bedouin heart attack its the big one and its a mean medicine you're stomach might turn and ill churn your butter  which makes no sense but if three times the max is a tripoly call her a dietey to the visectame of the paralleled paralyses that is a manic tap [ut out. irish is a color that is as dark as a Guinness stout you may be my punching bag but if you dont kick rocks ill just my bladed tongue to cut your cardboard chest box. i cant be pleased thats why they call me goldie locks. youre name is bri but they call you Swiss because everyone can see right through you. they call it the chaos theory but clean the wax outta y