I don't know.
I don't know if I want to KNOW her, or if I want to BE her.
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- The Cynical Tyrant
- I wish people paid me to write. Maybe someday they will.
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- Success
- It's 1999, y'all.
- The worst sock ever.
- C.T. Pumpkin's Halloween message for you:
- I really want a pumpkin this year
- Now I know what to do next time a squirrel tries t...
- Car Paid Off Eve, y'all
- Thank you, City of Dallas
- I'm so cold. And I am wearing flannel pjs.
- I don't think I will ever eat again.
- Some sort of white-trash pink raccoon thing
- I don't know.
- Anger Management
- I'm a little scared of The Bee Movie.
- I read somewhere once . . .
- Seriously, I just want to ride around in my car.
- Sometimes, I just really miss Airwolf.
- Yard, thou hast redeemed thyself
- Scooby Doo macaroni & cheese
- Less Rattle, More Cowbell
- Consumer Alert
- Immobilized
- Dear Gas Stations,
- Today, they are officially not puppies anymore.
- The Tyrant's Doping Confession
- I just saw the most horrible thing I have ever see...
- Most un-therapeutic yard work EVER
- Don't ever tell me I don't have goals.
- I love a good B movie on a Saturday morning.
- Not So Electric Avenue
- Tonight is just one of those nights.
- I don't really like . . .
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1 comment:
I totally saw her on Best Week Ever the other day.
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