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The Truth About David |
Tuesday, May 3
I hate my French teacher. I hate the French. I hate France. I hate things that originate from France. I hate the other people in my French class. I hate people who are going to France. I hate people who have been to France. I hate people who know people, who have been to or are planning to go to France. And, most especially: I hate French. Qui la baise fait une langue où vous négligez un paquet de lettres à la fin de chaque espèce de mot ? | |
What is this?
Getting fondled by the hand of fate but still not pressing charges Who I be
Just a man, trapped in Yonkers and seeking understaning. Recent Rumblings
Nameless Free form The Pill Parade 5am-again Running out of words She stares The word it was Hello Sunny, let's lift your veil This empty/Full of nothing Helllroe! GoHere:
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