Remember, at dinner time, when I was being fancy like Mexican people and I wore my undershirt? - Shmuppie
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I’m home for now but I’m too tired to do anything. At moments like this, there’s one place, other than the bottle of a bottle of rum, I know I can always go.
’cause as we all know.
Baking pies and shit is so much fuckin’ fun.
Posted: July 11th, 2008 under Malaise.
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