bass 'bout 'ta drop.
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sometimes I forget myself.
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I hope my husband loves me.
Kait Duffy
live right now, and just be yourself….
…and don’t you worry what the bitter hearts are going to say.
somehow, Jimmy Eat World lyrics still get to me.
my first night as a full-time resident of lancaster
drastically melodramatic. I never thought I’d miss Athens, or anyone there, especially this much. I didn’t realize that I had surrounded myself with such creative, intelligent, and witty people, and doubt that I ever would have realized that if I hadn’t (perhaps accidentally) moved away from it. I guess that’s what I get for finally taking the time to appreciate people?
You guys ready to fucking rock or what? Me and my bum are expecting it.
Tommy again. He paid to get the homeless man whom he employs to watch his car all day into the show, and he referred to his “colleague” possessively all night.
HEY BRIAN, YOU FUCKING GETTING PSYCHED BITCH?
Tommy, the multi-millionaire and multi-wasted lawyer that was at our show in Baltimore. The courthouse was across the street from the bar the show was at, and Tommy was very excited that we were from Ohio as he went to Bowling Green for undergraduate. So he opened a tab for all of us to drink on, all night. Legend.
this commercial gives me no hope for the advertising industry.
