she stands in breadlines... volunteering for veterans and wants nothing, from anyone, but heart and integrity.
do u have ANY IDEA... how difficult this bitch makes my life
u have to find sneakier n sneakier ways...
-sc
how would i have had time
to prep the hay shop... ltr knows ur leavin town... it's all i can say...
-sc
how the fuk would i know how that got in ur cigarette carton... u had it layin in a bar, all day
-sc
the tire guy disappeared and when he returned, he gave me a msg for ewe
in an emergency u will c and u will have everything u need to protect yourself
(cris kyle seat cover- her pilot's cloth seats, r torn to shit. it was icy the day i burned her fuel, wishing the defrost did better, than the naked, stripped wiperz and a walmapart, Visa card. none of your fucking business...
sigh. i hate how snoopy, curious, women can b. I'm tellin u boyz... the cats can smell the scent of foul deceit, on the moor, mist.
she makes my life difficult, to b sure. ltr and the tyre guy... do a bit, for this treasure.
she thinks pedestal. sorry, bytch... i know bread lines. i am human, too. nope... i p n fart n currently, ROARING, as i sit with y'all...
just
like
the heroes
i sit next to
many days.
they're human, just
like
we
four
-if u cut us
will we not bleed