no more tequlia pop.
no more tequlia pop.
no more tequlia pop for me anymore.
and my mum thought having a hangover wasnt bad enough,
she had to ring the doorbell like there is no tomorrow.
so i dragged myself out of bed carrying my little (used to be white) bolster along,
opened the door, helped her carry the grogercies in..
and now,
my bolster smells like the supermarket.
hmph. unhappy, unhappy.
i want to own a fighting fish, or a cactus.
cause cats and dogs are not allowed in my house.
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