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Eight months ago, when I was waxing fuckin’ floors in the cafeteria, my mom passed. And I wasn’t there to say the things you supposed to say to your mom before she gone. So I know you ain’t telling me to my face right now that you walked back in this place because freedom was inconvenient for you.
i just want to sit on your lap and make out for like eight hours
You know when you’re little spoon and sleeping with someone and you wake up a little and scoot your butt and back towards them and they just so happen to be awake too and pull you in closer and you fall back asleep? Yeah. That.
I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.
4/20? You mean 1/5 reduce your fractions did you even learn math