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So.

you're on my page.

did i ask you to be on my page?

gtfo stalker.

FAST FACT!: I have no idea how to spell Cadillac. That doesn't count I just looked down. Oh hey, I guess that means I know, huh? I should shut up now.

So here I am again. "Hi, I'm We Oughta Buy You A Cadillac, and I'm an alcoholic."

That's a lie. I'm too young to drink.

I love Amp. Obsessively.

But that is not the drink I was talking about.

:D

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU SHOULD ALL KNOW THIS.

sugar rushes are not funny.

that is all.

(explain this? ...never.)

I have realized I can not write serious stories. Or funny ones. I apologize for the filths I have provided the world. 0:

And if you are the guy who I got in a foam sword fight with at Wal-mart,

Hats off and a moment of silence to you, fine sir.

(that was some awesome hair you had there)

Got a job, got a life,
got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex,
got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize! Got a body like a battle axe,
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes,
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.

Ok Go- Get Over It