Regular exposure to insecticide has caused me to break out in hives.
I'm losing weight.
I cannot wait till Saturday...
cuz on Saturday, my tax deductions make me function like a blue collar...
white collar...
?...
I don't know - so I gotta hollar "Oh! Oh Goddamnit! I think I've lost it! Oh God! Goddamnit, I think I've lost you!
Anti-oxidants have got me causing accidents because my wine is spiked with pomegranite.
If you've got just one, then slam it.
Shot down -it's just such a shame.
I bet you feel no pain.
Mercy! Expect a rivalry.
Shot down -it's just such a shame.
I'm losing at this game.
No fair! Why don't you seem to care.
Lack of consequence has got me making decisions based upon truth or dare decision making.
No faking.
I end up taking karate.
She's naughty...
I call shotty! My body will never live up to these expectations.
I still make invitations.
Oh! Oh Goddamnit.
I think I've lost it and I think that I've lost you.