The solution stayed one phone call away.
The people I hate can’t hurt me.
If you look like shit and you sound like shit, you must be shit.
If there was no crime 2 TV channels were more then enough.
And now for the poetry (Yeah Right! style) as I promised a while ago, to celebrate the 500 likes. tnx to y’all.
Don’t take it personal…the poem that is.
I love to love you
I hate to hate you
I hate to love you
I love to hate you
500 likes, I like you all back!
just’ is such an ugly word.
Some people should not trust me.
No, that looks only ugly on other women.
Everybody got shit inside, although in various amounts.