  welcome to loserville; population:you. i am so freaking lost. don't treat me like a liar. you know i should be sorry, but i don't really care. oh you've got to be special, eh? of course nobody likes you, why should they, you're nothing to be liked. look at shoes for dillards. ohhhh yeah sorry it's early...umm respectful only has one L. you can dig in my pants any time you want.
feel free to grope me. you are sooo not attractive. i love playing with your balls. * now i feel the need to go pig out. well, when SHE touched him he wasn't wearing anything. mmmkay... i don't like the way you eat when you talk, i mean talk when you eat. what does a hairlip dog say? "mark mark"...it's a dupree joke don't give me that! we'll see...how it looks shhh...don't tell anybody eeewwww... you won't have kids. i just put some on my finger and i am smelling it. my mommy is taking me...so&nbsp;don't get any ideas. i had a NEED for taco bell today, is that odd? don't raise your eyebrows at me. i could work for the CIA, I'm&nbsp;a good liar.
I'm famous for writing things on orbit gum packages. dang it, what was it i said at shane's? looks like somebody had fun with a powerwasher... you're just disgustingly gross...looking *ok, a lot of these are sexual inuendos, but they were not intended to be that. for example, the balls mentioned here are the ones on shane's earrings. just letting you know... 
