My life is in two pieces, this is my last resort, something I shut up, no breathing. Having us, bro, your email is shit. Cut that hair so I can see your eyes. It's been a lot of day, bitch. Didn't even go outside and test them grass. Nah, those great- those fucking blades of grass are gonna fucking cut your fucking wrists. Be for real bitch, like you can't even touch that shit, be for real.

Cut my last YouTube pieces! This is my last resort! notification, no breathing!

Why do good girls like that guys? I've had this question for a really long time!

Is this the Lorax? Because I want our relationship to grow.

Heh, hope for you and you on a scale of 1-2 America.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, wait, wait, wait, wait. Uh. She wears shorts and I wear T-shirts. She cheats on me on a date. She's giving other things. I got a sign in a bookshelf. Looking for testing here in the whole town. And if you see the guy who I once had a big figure, I'm not sure I can't just keep it. You

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort!

No I don't want him here with me anyway thank you What

Come on, why don't you stop chasing this with my last resort? For vacation, deliberations and like that. It's the very email world. Why are you so flat-chested?

G'ood my life into pieces! this is my last resort, but the kitchen, no breathing!