Gm
Gm
Gm
Gm
>“I’m a genius”
“love you’re wearing a plastic bag on your head”
Well my heart is sweating bullets
From the circles, it has raced
Like a little feathered Indian
Callin' out the clouds for rain
I'd go runnin' through the thicket
I'd go careless through the thorns
Just to hold her for a minute
Though it'd leave me wanting more
Hold me close my dear
Sing your whispering song
Softly in my ear
And I will sing along
Honey, tell me how your love runs true
And how I can always count on you
To be there when the bullets fly
I'd run across the river just to hold you tonight
The damn jews fucked up my throttle cable
Gm Gm Gm
Gm
some covid babies are turning 3 now
bolsach
the three (maybe) minute posting window while the girlfriend has a shower is in full force
>initiate small cramp in calf cus fun
>initiate another small cramp
>turns into large cramp
>hurts like nothing else
>roll it out with steel water bottle
>still hurts an hour later
girlfriend called shortly after this post am no longer losing my mind may be in another 18 hours though
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