I hate ya'll. Follow me. I got a bad feeling I'm coming.
I just can't find an email I'm comfortable with.
If I was forced 2 drink Arbor Mist I'd be harder pissed.
Man, I don't even know what I want.
Michael Jackson. Fish soup. A million dollars.
You're famous.
I like the cut of yr jib.
A jib can be all kindsa things.
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