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April
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- In bloom
- Hell is for children
- When your chips are down, when your highs are low....
- Lean on me
- Oh this uncertainty is taking me over
- Just what God needs: one more victim
- The nature of love
- I hope that no one ever leaves, because I don't wa...
- This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
- Lay me down
- So far around the bend
- Someone like you and all you know and how to speak
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April
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6 comments:
hahahahahahaha i think you gave me susan boyle's old hair but i love it! love it, i'm so fucking optimistic you should hang me (snort)
my word veri is "frigmads" and i think that should be a real word.
oh no not the dreaded 'teeth' saga. love that new person...she's cute. (are you going to delete this comment too?)
did I ever tell you about the husband and wife school bus drivers in my town who share their dentures. She gets the uppers and he has the lowers...
could be an urban myth, but I think its true.
Everyone I know's "dating" anniversary is in spring. Mine, too. It's the only time your blind[ed by happiness] enough to let someone in to help ruin your life.
Does Bloom's restaurant still exist?
Aren't dentures a vagina symbol?
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