his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. there's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. he's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin' what he wrote down. the whole crowd goes so loud.
he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out. he's chokin' how, everybody's jokin' now. the clock's run out, time's up, over, BLOW!
nej men hörrni förresten, mamma ropade precis att dt var coyote ugly på tv så dt blir favvoglassen framför piper perabo och adam garcia istället :) wihoooo! pussiluren!
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Postat av: Anonym
that's the one :P
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