You both judge me for not having a job and playing video games. That would be okay, but there is no age limit for video games and I am trying my damnedest to get a job. Remember that I don’t judge either of you for being felons, a skinhead, a sex offender, or drug addicts. If you are going to point fingers, you better make sure your hands are squeaky fucking clean.
End Result Of Seven One Gallon Gravity Bong Clearings. I look like I had Ebola.
I am dating Janie, not Janie and Shalanda. You might be her mother, but I don’t have to prove a motherfucking thing to you. If anything, you should prove yourself to me. You should prove that you are an able mother, not a Woman-Child. Grow your fucking self up, and then maybe we can talk. Until then, miss me with all of your bullshit. I aim to please Janie and Janie, only. You are a sorry excuse for a mother, and it pains me to know that My Love has to deal with you on a daily basis.
This girl never gave up on me and she has loved me since day one. I dipped out on her for childish reasons and I almost lost her. I solemnly swear that I will never give up on her again. She is the Moon of My Life and she is My Lady. I love you, Beautiful.
This song is my shit.
I hope that you had an awesome day, BFFL. I loves you:)