That's a line from a satire called "Reginald's Peace Poem".
I was in Nashville this weekend. It was very interesting.
Some exciting events include but are not limited to: falling down in the street (we're talking face plant, people...there are bruises to prove it), refusing to go home and instead of getting into the cab like a good girl... bolting into another bar where eight people were forced to follow, drunk dialing my mother and lighting my scarf on fire. On the upside, there are lots of photos...on the downside a gay man in Arkansas is in possession of all of them.
Monday, November 20, 2006
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Nothing good ever came from mafficking.
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