It was like listening to finger nails running across a chalkboard. Painfully awkward and embarassing. Pack it in sweetheart. She will be pushing fragrences at the mall by Christmas.
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
It was sad listening to that. Model gorgeous yes..........but I dont think her brain actually had a clue what words were exiting her pie hole, not a one.
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