That one singer, what's her name again? Shit, I can't remember. Oh who cares.
Your poetry is not yours, it belongs to the ages, and my RECYCLE BIN!
Let's hope for a suicide murder.
I've worked up this whole online persona and I use it to post trivial shit about my eye and such.
Bitch was asking for it.
Golly, I hope he's okay.
Using the power of Google Brand Internet Search I have discovered that "GetBackers" is some queer anime.
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I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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