2001-10-07 - 7:55 p.m.
Congested like a Chicago rush hour.
Hacking like mad.
Tasting blood.
Wearing a mask.
Wearing a skirt.
Carrying a stick.
Shouting at Joe.
Sucking hard-core.
Molly Dorholt won't even shoot me. (can't get the bitch to love me or hate me.)
Wanna go crawl into a hole...
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