| you look so fine. sorry guys. |
took 40 ibuprofen. ran out of pills.
ooh we have other stuff. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. must drink whiskey and finish the job off. if i'm not here tomorrow, sorry fee and everyone, i love you to bits, i'll save you a seat in the afterlife, if i'm here tomorrow puking my guts up because of poisoning then, er, great. nice for me, eh? mwah mwah all. it's been nice knowin ya. |
