Last night I dreamed....
that you were in the apocalypse ....
bunker with me....
And when I told that asshole....
that I would kill him ....
cause he traded whiskey for ....
toilet paper....
You pulled out a dagger....
and put it to his throat.....
You wanna go get some nachos?
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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miscellaneous rebel stuff
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