I'm a proud papa. My boy's the bomb. Even when he's screaming because he doesn't like pants. I'm an actor. I wait tables and that's just the best. Everybody respects a waiter. If I ever happen to wait on you, just know that every word that drips from my toungue is sincere, every smile, every "Yeah, I know, right?" I don't spit in or pee on food (anymore); now I'm just as content to go talk mad shit about someone. But not you. You're my favorite customer. When I grow up I'll have a real job. I go out too much (not when I have the boy). I don't keep up with my good friends and family as well as I should. I think that rubber sheets are hot. I've never face-raped an injun.
I got my look at
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