segunda-feira, 28 de março de 2011

My mom is going to murder me when she sees I barely cleaned the house

I’ll hear the front door shut and be like:
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She’ll walk in all:
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And I’ll be like:
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Then she’ll come at me like:
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I’ll threaten to call the police but she won’t give a damn:
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So I sit in the corner and cry til she’s done:
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But as soon as she leaves I’m all:
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