I love it how she breathes booze in the morning. And it's so sexy how she can't remember last night. I made the fatal mistake letting her drink again.
Pillmatic, three xanies down, I'm poundin' honey browns. I'm pillmatic, the oxycontin got my stomach rotten. Pillmatic, I swear to God I'm not an addict.
You think you know, but you have no idea. This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia. . Now here's another broken link for anyone. Who thinks my life's together.