You're a jerk. You're a drunk. You're a drunk jerk.
Do you think that I really want to hear about how my dead mom's birthday was the same as yours?
If you're really that stupid, I DON'T.
And no, I don't want you to yell "Run Forrest Run!" every time I run past your porch.
You know why I do that? Because you CREEP ME OUT.
I don't like walking past your porch when you're there because you're WICKED CREEPY.
You're the kind of person that should be brought to elementary schools to show kids why you NEVER EVER DRINK.
Because you end up a drunk. A bitter, old drunk.
A wicked creepy, jerk-ish, bitter old drunk.
Male donkey.
Love,
Signed,
Felicity
Do you think that I really want to hear about how my dead mom's birthday was the same as yours?
If you're really that stupid, I DON'T.
And no, I don't want you to yell "Run Forrest Run!" every time I run past your porch.
You know why I do that? Because you CREEP ME OUT.
I don't like walking past your porch when you're there because you're WICKED CREEPY.
You're the kind of person that should be brought to elementary schools to show kids why you NEVER EVER DRINK.
Because you end up a drunk. A bitter, old drunk.
A wicked creepy, jerk-ish, bitter old drunk.
Male donkey.
Signed,
Felicity
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