bastard whining for a month about how he's broke after buying his fiance to be a $15000 engagement ring. bitch, you own 3 wildly successful nightspots. You just don't have the $400 you need to go out tonight. You're not broke.
Fuck that shit.
Don't fucking complain if i'm not moving like its the middle of a saurday night push. Its wednesday and i'm not on line. There's a difference. You're just the owner. What do you know anyway?
Fuck that shit.
I had to kill a mouse because you and everyone else was too afraid to do it. or should i say, felt they were too above it. Don't let that shit go to your head.
Fuck that shit.
Girl, don't wear a faded pink hoodie with some shitty-ass sweats and try to tell me you look cute. you're a tuna. oh, by the way, white girls with dyed black hair look trashy, especially when you couldn't bother to run a brush through it.
Fuck that shit.
Cute girl with the umbrella who I was walking behind on the way home: you had a fucking great walk.
I'd definately fuck that shit.
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