Archie
SP Nation and I Ruin things
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- Jan 27, 2010
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you had big nostrils.... especially when you were angry and flared them...
like big venus williams angry about to kill a chinese tennis lines judge sized nostrils....
I kept imagining my penis in one of your nostrils.... especially when you came down with that sinus infection...
You kept calling me though, and asking me for things like..... what pants waist size do I wear.....
and I just wasn't ready.... I mean i was ready... but then you went ALL "i'm shopping at the gap" on me....
and you know my butt doesn't fit nice in gap jeans..... there is just too much room back there...
but I smoked too many cigars and inhaled.... I got a buzz.... so I let you into my apartment....
that didn't mean you could vacumm my apartment and fold the rest of my laundry basket....
you always put your big ass lipstick all over my cheek, and somtimes get it on my popped collars.....
I hate how you always are chewing gum, and ask me if I want any.....
you are all about smell.... you can tell when I haven't washed my hair in 3 days....
I fantasize about your nostrils and I hate them..... big fuckin ribeye steak like nostrils....
somtimes I could see a booger in nose from like across the kitchen table.....
why do you always insist on trying to change me and encourage me?????
we are done... I don't want to talk to you or look at your big ass mr. rogers nostrils again.......
PS
I love you mom
like big venus williams angry about to kill a chinese tennis lines judge sized nostrils....
I kept imagining my penis in one of your nostrils.... especially when you came down with that sinus infection...
You kept calling me though, and asking me for things like..... what pants waist size do I wear.....
and I just wasn't ready.... I mean i was ready... but then you went ALL "i'm shopping at the gap" on me....
and you know my butt doesn't fit nice in gap jeans..... there is just too much room back there...
but I smoked too many cigars and inhaled.... I got a buzz.... so I let you into my apartment....
that didn't mean you could vacumm my apartment and fold the rest of my laundry basket....
you always put your big ass lipstick all over my cheek, and somtimes get it on my popped collars.....
I hate how you always are chewing gum, and ask me if I want any.....
you are all about smell.... you can tell when I haven't washed my hair in 3 days....
I fantasize about your nostrils and I hate them..... big fuckin ribeye steak like nostrils....
somtimes I could see a booger in nose from like across the kitchen table.....
why do you always insist on trying to change me and encourage me?????
we are done... I don't want to talk to you or look at your big ass mr. rogers nostrils again.......
PS
I love you mom
