HEY. Asshole.
I'm tired of being accomodating. And after some wine, if you got here googling "blogspot married military whore"? FUCK OFF. I guarantee you I don't want none of your kind up in here.
Yeah, and if I fucking offended you? I don't give a shit. Hell, I don't give two. I'm sick and tired of these damn military people showing all these bullshit commercials but perpetuating the art of the affair.
So, yeah, FUCK OFF. While you're at it? Give me your phone number. I've got some words for you. Asshole.
R,
Who sings that song? I remember hearing it, but don't remember the artist. I just remember all these baby got back looking girlies prancing around with the different numbers. Were they holding them on cards? Wearing them a la Ruben Studdard? Points to ponder.