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Punching Bag Bitch, cry and whine your way into oblivion. |
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Last night at Sonar:
Drunk Rustybob: (Reading what's on Miss Marz's shirt across her breasts, and for some reason reading out loud), "Your breasts are weak" (confused) Miss Marz: (laughs) "That says your beats are weak" Drunk Rustybob: (confirms what she said) "Oh." (laughs) And, just to make sure that my eyes didn't continue to deceive me, I had to check a third, fourth, and fifth time as well :D |
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hahhaa i know the feeling.. there have been times I've just spaced, on a thought...a random izm..and just...switched back into reality..and im like oh man...i've been staring at this guys crotch for 5 minutes. ..........or like some womans ass.. they turn around... .....how do you explain to someone you were deciphering the way the seats touched palms like tectonic plates? ...yep. ..........allllways akward. |