okay already: i'm here to tell you i'm having yet another shitty day.
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i swear, sometimes my shitty days run into each other giving me a shitty weeks.
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i think i'm in the middle of a shitty month... that's shitty!
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my goddamn arm is totally fucked up.
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i want to cut it off at the elbow.
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i don't know what the fucking problem is! i mean, i'm a hygienic clean girl.
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i smell good ya know... clean... squeaky!
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strawberry glycerin scented soap everyday, all over me everywhere, come here...
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smell me. taste me. good, hey?
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okay, you can stop now 'cuz you're making me feel uncomfortable.
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i hardly know you.
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anyways, the point i'm making is i'm a well-bathed clean little girl, so then...
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what the fuck is up with my arm?
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it absolutely has devastated me.
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it grosses me out.
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it hurts like a bastard,
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opposed to when i was having it done and it hurt like a bitch.
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in the bible it says you're not supposed to mutilate or decorate your body,
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'cuz god will get really cheezed at you,
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but that guy jesus died for are sins right?
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so i figure when i get to heaven,
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right before i have a drink with bob karsnarik and andrew wood,
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i'll get an appointment with god and explain to him,
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"i could wear long sleeve shirts and no one would see them!"
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i hope he goes for it.
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i bet krishna and those dudes would let me hang out at their pad if god was too bummed at me.
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or i could just wait at the gates for my mom,
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'cuz she'll outlive me, and then she could go talk to him about me,
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kinda like she did when i got suspended in grade
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10 for smoking in the boys' washroom and she had to schmooze the principal.
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uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yet another shitty day.
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sometimes i swear my shitty days run into each other,
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giving me a shitty weeks.
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i think i'm in the middle of a shitty month: that's: shitty!
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