sâmbătă, 4 septembrie 2010

HR or how everything I want she takes it from me...

Cum p... mea reuseste, frate?? Chiar asa sunt inconjurata de idioate fara dorinte, fara placeri, fara mirosuri personalizate? I had a mascara dream which I couldn't afforded and she remembers it and goes out and buys it...for her...every time...i really should keep it only to myself....one day, if i put my soul on the black market i wouldn't be surprised if i found out that she bought it! how's that for a fact? i wonder if i tell her that eating and drinking your own shit and pee makes your skin more soft and shiny, would she do it? hmmmm...

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