Got super drunk tonight. This poor depressed dude at the bar was telling me about how his brother just died, and how he's picking up and leaving town tomorrow, cutting all ties and never looking back. Depressing ****. I felt awful for the poor guy.
After the bar, I wanted gross, disgusting food. So, I went to Taco Bell, ordered two cheese roll-ups, and demanded they put baja mayonnaise on them. WORST. IDEA. EVER.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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