I'm a cowboy and you're a pansy.
And I'm not even wearing any pants . . .
August 22, 2008
And just so you know . . .
I have bitten the inside of my lip repeatedly over the last 24 hours. It has now become impossible to not bite it when eating (read: devouring) something. Wah. Boo. Poo. It hurts like a mother.
(What does a mother hurt like, you ask? Your Mom.)
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