Tellin' me what to do
I've found the bossiest blog to date. Peer pressure's gonna make me cave.
A word about the meatsweats: Well Drew and I were talking and he said he thought he'd had ‘em before, and I'm pretty sure I must've had ‘em at one time or another. That fine mist forming on your lip, those beads of sweat gathering on your brow. Things that cannot be blamed on the heat or even the physical strain of overfilling your stomach. A phenomenon all its own. If you know of them, if you too have dampened your collar dining on flesh - Don’t be ashamed. We understand.
1 Comments:
Sounds like a cheeky 12-year-old dork. Let's get him--don't be afraid to use your nails, boys!
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