sorry Clint but Snoop owns it.
and when I walked outta my roach infested rodent overrun cesspool stinkin diner job today know this-that story is over.
who am I? not the dinergrrl, not the grease smelling dirty apron complaining bitch I had to be for the last 4 years of my life I'm better than that now, tired hell ya.
Eminem listening Mother, John Lennon's Brother, I'd ruther be born a southern cracker, yo
fuckin zombies and shit break bad talk to me now
not afraid why should I be?
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Ah Susan you should write. A book a comment a note about a lemon yellow cat, an empty house and a dream.
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