the bitch is always following me all around nagging and fucking up me being happy. I would like to smack that old bitch and leave her body in a ditch, i swaer, if it wasn't for that, well, you know, I wouldn't have to go shovel the snow. I wouldn't have to clean my room, Oh, you old bitch, to hell with you eternal doom.
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My moms that Old bitch
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