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It's Gospel Category: Writing and Poetry The blacks are singing gospel music through an open window; they have their god. I just said goodbye to the most beautiful girl I have ever seen; I don't have mine. I need the cold bottled beer to slide down my throat, but the landlord has overslept. Some people really have it made and they generally make it a pain in the *** for everyone else. Fifteen minutes to go. I've held out for an hour. I swear to the god who is being projected from that open window if that door isn't open at one 'o' clock I am going to **** someone.
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Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:14 AM UTC
It's Gospel!
It's Gospel Category: Writing and Poetry The blacks are singing gospel music through an open window; they have their god. I just said goodbye to the most beautiful girl I have ever seen; I don't have mine. I need the cold bottled beer to slide down my throat, but the landlord has overslept. Some people really have it made and they generally make it a pain in the *** for everyone else. Fifteen minutes to go. I've held out for an hour. I swear to the god who is being projected from that open window if that door isn't open at one 'o' clock I am going to **** someone.
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Herzegovinian
Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:14 AM UTC
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