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I mean, I ain't trying to go to hell, but hell do sound lit. Hell sound excited. That's what I'm saying. She said, baby, that sound like Provo, Utah. Oh, this is a good one.
tell me i can't do we think about the same things all the time because here i do sound like it's lit like it's like even though it's hot like a motherfucker it's not like they be pouring on pardon all the time
Okay, because what's Mother Teresa or one of them popes gonna do for me? Baby, uh, Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown down in hell. You know what? Let me not say that. Let me stop. I'mma chill. We just met, we just met Candy Anne. Okay, we ain't got, we ain't, we ain't trying to... Ha ha ha! Scare her off! Shout out to Candy Anne for this dope post!
Girl, please. I've had my ticket to the bus to hell since my teen years. I know where I'm headed. And yeah, nah, no Utah for me. Thank you very much. Mm-mm, Provo, Salt Lake City, don't care, ne-oh.
Oh, you are funny. I'm glad I found your post. You are funny. Not a whole bus ticket. Been waiting 10 years, holding on, stamped and ready to go. Child, you are hilarious. Let's go.