**** that guy and his silly little flat hat, and his god **** drunken chants.
Yeah, **** his dysfunctional mother for raising him like that, that twisted little ****
Hell if I had a chance I'd probably go back in time and punch his alcoholic father right in the cumquat.
**** him and the way he uses his women, what an ***
He probably learned all that when his parents weren't around and he had all that time to pass.
Wish I could go back and kick some sense into his little lame ass
Look at him crushing all those beers with his dude-bros out on his little fratty patio.
Look at him trying to be all complex taking those art classes about 'Versachio,' or some Italian piece of **** playshow.
**** him for his cat calls and his belligerent ego, **** him for being such a jewel covered under miles of limestone.
For being interested in art and love, crowded in the corner of a house he can't even call home.
**** him for wanting to be accepted and admired instead of being alone.
**** me.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
**** that guy and his silly little flat hat, and his god **** drunken chants.
Yeah, **** his dysfunctional mother for raising him like that, that twisted little ****
Hell if I had a chance I'd probably go back in time and punch his alcoholic father right in the cumquat.
**** him and the way he uses his women, what an ***
He probably learned all that when his parents weren't around and he had all that time to pass.
Wish I could go back and kick some sense into his little lame ass
Look at him crushing all those beers with his dude-bros out on his little fratty patio.
Look at him trying to be all complex taking those art classes about 'Versachio,' or some Italian piece of **** playshow.
**** him for his cat calls and his belligerent ego, **** him for being such a jewel covered under miles of limestone.
For being interested in art and love, crowded in the corner of a house he can't even call home.
**** him for wanting to be accepted and admired instead of being alone.
**** me.
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