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Thursday, June 12, 2008

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So what if I pretended to punch your gross sweaty salmonella tomato head boyfriend?  Everyone knows I hate him, and anyone with a sense knows he deserves it.  You looked retarded when you rolled your eyes.  I hope you heard us making fun of you.  Sorry ugly boy is the only one that showed any interest but you still shouldn’t have put yourself through sex with him.  He’s gross.  Have you ever noticed that his hair and face are the same color?  It’s hard to miss.

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