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| you don't have orgies in heaven!!! well...maybe you do. you know the refrigerator's open? laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind. you wanna "de-mensa" the reference? because...you know...we're at "the university" to have sex and get high. whitney is a man... my boyfriend is NOT a woman!!! why does everyone think that? hey! this shit is ART! we're gonna be in a museum some day and see this exact thing and see that somebody paid a shitload of money for it! what, you're just gonna close your eyes and be like, "you aim for it!' we need to make movies about tech! and we could have football players tackling people!!! |
people always used to make fun of my boyfriend and me for dressing alike...we didn't do it on purpose, i swear! so then he was like, "you're being a bitch." and i was. i knew it. i was on purpose. kelly...how did i get here? i feel sorry for the of! just because it's little doesn't mean it's insignificant. |
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