I've always thought that there's always a prettier girl wherever I am, that I could just always point my finger and go: "me? rape her instead!" Either that, or I could just bring out my pepper spray.
But, after all these years, I still need to be "disciplined". Oh Cindy, fairy godmother gave us a curfew-- midnight it is.
In the end, I still turn into a pumpkin.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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