Why....
Why does my brain feel like it's stuffed full of pudding? Why don't I feel like writing? Why won't Sam and Whitney get together? Why won't Bruce stop playing hide -and-seek with me? Why don't I have a nicer car? Why won't someone make me a cup of coffee? Why can't I get a quickie whenever I want? Why can't I get paid for this like Jadakiss?
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*le sigh*
*le moan*
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