Have you guys ever walked down a seemingly nice but dark street and feared that you any minute will get blinded, start screaming like mad, fall slowly to the ground while sobbing wildly, biting your thumb bloody and thinking about the River Styx, only to wake up drowsy in a yellowish hospital with a grim doctor leaning over you, mumbling something about anxiety attack?
Because I haven't.
2007-01-16
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Yes, oh DO we love the pretty girls! Boy don't get me started!
The ugly ones, on the other hand, are such a hassle.
You know, I wouldn't even try to befriend them. Because they would probably, you know... end up crying or something. Ew. Totally rash. Uncool, at that.
Yeah, you're a cool guy, you know what I'm trying to say.
Yeah.
Let the ugly ones die.
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