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She told me I was fragile and didn’t have a capacity for emotion. Well **** you. She had the most beautiful brown eyes, they made my knees weak. Shattered and disillusioned, I had fallen in love. Compliments are nice, but hookers are cheaper in the long run. Beer is good, ******* is great. My weeping soul could not make the difference out of two bottles of beer or two hookers that were so blown out of their mind, even I looked handsome. After listening to so many ominous records, I had come to the conclusion of defeat.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Emotion, Psh
She told me I was fragile and didn’t have a capacity for emotion. Well **** you. She had the most beautiful brown eyes, they made my knees weak. Shattered and disillusioned, I had fallen in love. Compliments are nice, but hookers are cheaper in the long run. Beer is good, ******* is great. My weeping soul could not make the difference out of two bottles of beer or two hookers that were so blown out of their mind, even I looked handsome. After listening to so many ominous records, I had come to the conclusion of defeat.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
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