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I moved out on Fri.
Since then i've been drowning with "friends" coming to "visit" who just wont fucking leave.
Like this dude camping out on my couch.
I mean it was great to have these guys around to drag in my furniture and stuff.
Thank you. Now go.
I've only had my crib for a couple hours but I already have crashers i cant get rid of.
Why am I so bloody nice??
Can't even masturbate in peace.
You know what..screw it.
I just need to go home now and tell him to get the fuck out of my house.

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Bent Fabric said…
*lmao*
Sometimes people just can't do anything nice without taking something in return.
10/17/2005 7:53 PM
Anonymous said…
haha yea kick them out. masturbating whilst someone else is around you is just wierd :P
10/18/2005 8:30 PM
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