I was sitting here, eating my muffin and drinking my coffee, replaying the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.
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I don’t need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is
Well we’d have to be talkin’ about one charming motherfuckin’ pig
A Royale with cheese
That’s when you know you found somebody really special
Now I wanna dance, I wanna win
It’s the one that says Bad Motherfucker
It’s unfortunate that what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
I’m American,honey. Our names don’t mean shit
English mother fucker do you speak it?
Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Don’t you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and find your food waiting for you?
I love you, Honey Bunny