Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Get over it.

A pwem:

Lauren is my wife. Life.
I can't not tell a lie, which means something.
Isn't that just the most?
If your skin was a business suit, I'd dirty it with my sweat.
Launder that shit, raw dawg.
Do you love me?
Don't even know me.
You say goodbye, but I say mellow.
Eat pie for your taste, not your health.
Get over it.

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