Miss her, kiss her, love her - that girl is poison!
March 12th, 2007 by michael
Why am I listening to new jack swing? And why can’t I stop?
The sickness is spreading to my brain.
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March 12th, 2007 at 18:21
It can get worse, you know - I have an a cappella version of this…
March 12th, 2007 at 20:25
You win the white-off.
March 12th, 2007 at 21:52
Smack it! flip it! rub it down!