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don't talk too much if i go 'lol. o.o' perpertually within the last few conversation. irks me.
Saturday, May 24, 2008

enough is enough.

sometimes i just feel that i've been listening too much
because you don't know. you don't know i've been listening too much,
you don't know you have been talking too much.

everyone have different level of acceptance.
that's my limits.Maybe I should draw a line clearly and whoever cross it
will be fucked by me for long, seriously.

I'm not pissed. A little irritated you may say.

you can tell me different issues
` like your maid got fucked by the bangla
` your sister fingered herself last night
` you got a ten inch vagina or what dick.

but so?! what's your point.
my ears just got to tired listening to your everyday issue.
i may seems interested for the first few times and you're lucky to be entertained back.
but sorry, know your limits. even buddha, christ and guanyinma get bored in heaven.

so before you start pouring in to me..
let me vomit out can?

or at least shit it out.

pretty please?







ps: don't fuck me for long please. you people have been listening to me too much. and i said too much.

i pity you.
in a way because i have not tried being fuck by a smelly pussy before.







and sorry. i am not wayne.