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emotions comeback intervention time


Saturday, May 9, 2009 !@#$% 8:57 PM

since the two did it and they're practically BEGGING me to do it too, here it is. Appreciate it, okay.

Dear atikah (kebang-bangs!)AND nazirah (the more deprived one between us three),
I don't really know how to tell you this, our romance is over. I think I realized it when I quoted Forest Gump at the Elton John concert, and i saw you pour syrup on my Blink- 182 CD. I'm sure you're shamed enough to understand that I only get turned on my garbage men. I'm returning you your hannah montana underwear to you, but I'll keep your glass eye as a memory. You should also know that I will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard and I'm scratching my butt as you read this.


Go milk a cow,
Huda[you know your love me]


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