Hm. I just finished my last beer
from your fridge. Yum.
I think my feet smell.
Yes, I'm quite sure of it.
I hope they don't stink up the place.
This is such a lovely place.
And i always mess it up.
But you two
even
it out.
I hope the carpet doesn't
smell like beer.
I hope I don't give you cancer
from all the fucking cigarettes
on your fire-escape.
This is such a lovely place.
And you two.
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it's okay, either way.
ReplyDeletea carpet's
just a carpet.
and that carpet
only exists
to cover up
the other carpet.
which had a lot more
nasty
in it's fibers
than
just
your
beer.
and if I die of cancer
well...
thats far
from
YOUR
fault.