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girl, limpdicks, tupac unreleased mp3, hayek, there goes the neighborhood, fuckwikipedia encyclopedia reference, witch, insult, nate, black label society, journal, graf, humor, derek mcgrath, college and university, trademark,
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Literally. I'm going to talk and drink and dance and I'm going to try really hard not to give my friends impromptu lice checks. Because it's way too dark poetry to do that at a bar. Given the right lighting though, I think I might do it. I've been picking nits from Madison's hair for so many days straight now I'm starting to dream about them. It's like a video game trying to find the tiny nits on her hairs. A poetry really shitty video game that's no fun at all, but still. As I fall asleep at night I think poetry about all the places the fuckers are hiding. I think about my laundry plan of action for the morning. I plan my treatment strategy as I have tiny anxiety attacks late into the night. "Okay, tomorrow morning I'll go through her hair first thing. Then depending on the results, I'll try [fill in latest treatment item on list...don't worry no agent orange]. Then I'll wash her hair with the new tea tree oil shampoo. Then I'll blow it dry. Then I'll use that new curling iron I bought to fry thos little fuckers."
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