I woke up in the garbage and my head was in a whirl.
I smelled a little fishy so I knew I met a girl.
My shirt was pretty tattered so she must have been a catch.
The chicks I like to go for always tend to bite and scratch.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
I woke up in the garbage and my head was in a whirl.
I smelled a little fishy so I knew I met a girl.
My shirt was pretty tattered so she must have been a catch.
The chicks I like to go for always tend to bite and scratch.
Aidan Corr Olsen (c) 2014
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