I'd quite like my Mum to make me a Max costume.
xo
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- Dear Jolly Old Saint Nick.
- Pigs at the trough show no fear, fat full of death...
- For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic.
- Sometimes, it's the boring stuff I remember the most.
- Grab your scarf and goggles, let's fly!
- The spirit of adventure!
- I want to be stereotyped, I want to be classified.
- No shave November.
- Freshly baked.
- Talk is cheap.
- they rolled their terrible eyes and showed their t...
- Every dog.
- To those who have survived lifes thorns.
- Forked Tongues.
- Life is what you want it to be so don't get tangle...
- how am I ever gonna know peace?
- What others may want for free, I'll work for your ...
- Bloody hell.
- I hold old memories like a kid who laughs hard and...
- Forever young.
- "You remind me of him. You forget to remember to b...
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