So many bannannas, unlimited ice pops, gold trimmed steering wheels. I wish I could enjoy life, even just a little, instead I spend my time talkin shit about everyone else wishin I had at least half a ball bag's courage to say anything to anyone else's face except my Mom's when I yell "MEATLOAF MOM THE MEATLOFF". Back to blogging, but first a fresh pair of grandma's panties, sloppily applied lipstick, and.... oh f*** it, I'm always gonna be a bitch.... "MOM MEATLOAF"
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