I'm dead tired, I hurt all over. My muscles tremble, my blood runs throu me like wild.
Where is someone to give me a massage, and than squeeze close to me, taking me to dream land.
Oh yeah, I sold my bike. Somebody shoot me, a knife wont do it, it has been tryed before.
ponedeljek, 1. oktober 2007
Burned out
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I am so sorry you are so exhausted.
I am sorry, as well, to report that I am too selfish to shoot you.
awww...wish I cud just take u out to the beach and sit there with u n hv a good time :) Chillax mate!
Keshi.
You're on your own as far as a massage is concerned!!! Sorry to hear about the bike, though. Still, go out and spend the proceeds in the nearest bar - not everyone can say they've drunk a motorbike. I'm off to the pub now so shall raise a glass to sickles past.
Dyna,
as you know, this is becoming a habbit. I've just about had it.
Keshi,
unfortunately, I'm not down under, no matter how much I would love to be.
And dont talk about the beach, you might make me cry.
Reg,
Neee, I work way too hard for my money, to turn it in to liquid.
Disapointed about the massage dou.
why wud u cry? awww...
Keshi.
missin ya...and u missed my wknd pic post too!
Keshi.
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