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stylebiters.
more keep poppin up.......
i am now hearing my specific lingo and witnessing my own hot fire poppin out three degrees seperated from me, i.e. a friend of a friend of a friend......or is that 4 degs?

jeez, bite someone worth biting.
way to rip off a fella from the fucking nowhere woods......

anyways,
i have been tatzappin harder and less enthusiastically than ever. on the ones, ya'll, i am trying to get tricked by fate, as it is throwing a fat heap of dooooooooooooooooooooope tattoos my way, but i guarantee it will all add up to a shitpile of outlined half sleeves finished by 'my friend just got a gun, and he's pretty good' dudebros.

also, the dumb hair trend is fully ruining my ability to look at people with anything but hard hot hate (like bee stings)- side bangs. ok, already, but the extreme style front face comb-over sidebangs? yeah.
as if your nostrils were your embarrassing bald-spot.....please, get killed in front of me.
also, girls with pretend-40-50's sock hop asshead bouffants? shit out a voodoo dead baby mummy, in the 50's youd be a stay at home mom, so take off the tight pants, and hang yourself with them.......(dear katie seagal, where are you now? i smell peg bundy spinoff)

also i had a nightmare where i had tan poop. anybody ever had that dream, or actual tan poop?

nacho out, fool
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