![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:42 • Filed to: Poem-Y | ![]() | ![]() |
All I'd ever wanted was all in one place.
And this time, hopefully not involving a face full of mace.
She matched me, and I matched her
Her name was Nogaro and I loved her.
We needed to bond, and I had several dead Hookers to dump in the pond.
She opened up, and lost my trust. And my love, and Oh my! My lust.
Another automatic, my luck is bust.
![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:51 |
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You need to stop killing hookers.
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![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:51 |
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I've got a problem.
![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:53 |
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I am here to help.
![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:55 |
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Help with disposal?
Or help with not killing hookers?
![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:57 |
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Both. What one do you wanna do first?
![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:58 |
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Disposal. Then help with not killing them.
![]() 04/29/2014 at 17:59 |
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Or we could kill some more.
![]() 04/29/2014 at 18:00 |
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Fuck the not killing them part. I'm off to capture the elusive, "Red Light District Ruby"
![]() 04/29/2014 at 18:02 |
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YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
![]() 04/29/2014 at 18:05 |
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Wanna Come,? I've got Twizzlers.
![]() 04/29/2014 at 18:08 |
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Hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!