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secret fancy: Katrina and the Waves: Walking on Sunshine
pull out my hair and scream til Im hoarse pet peeve: tailgaters. no, not the kind partying before/after a ball game or concert. Im talking about the fucking assholes who get so close behind you on a highway that you can no longer even see their front license plate in your rear view mirror. I swear that one of these days Im going to just spike my brakes and squeal to a complete stop so some arrogant cocksucker in his $80k Lexus can buy me a new car.
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He's the best, of course, of all the worst.
Some wrong been done, he done it first. -fz
I jus' want ta thank you...falettinme...be mice elf...agin...
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