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Ninety Pound Wuss It All Goes Off

wish i was dead. i wouldn't trade it for the world. woah! all the dishes pilled to the ceiling. woah! wash machine won't stop going. woah! and it's always

i wish i was dead. i wouldn't trade it for the world. woah! all the dishes pilled to the ceiling. woah! wash machine won't stop going. woah! and it's