Why are you still stuck in my head...
I went out the other night, in hopes of forgetting you...
But... All I could think about you.
I wish you would reconsider my offer of being friends because it would surely cure me of this illness.
Other than that, the even was alright. Seeing Fanny Pack was dope, but seeing fat ass Mexican girls shaking their blubber was disgusting.
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