She sets down her very large glass of Malbec sighs and lights a poorly rolled ******-like cigarette the look on her face bothers me deeply I open my mouth with good intentions and probably should have said something like "Are you ok?" but what came out went something like You are nothing to me just an **** potato there's almost nothing that you could provoke within anyone except for the cats Yeah, I'd bet you could start the feline revolution with your poisoned toenails and mashed carrots not even seventeen vats of **** could make you more slippery No, I don't want your wet cake just bees, endless mayonnaise and cherry flavoured toxic yoghurt
... "you can only pick 2" except I took all 9 pills and wrote this take that Facebook