Friday, September 9, 2011
Junior
Junior's fat. Junior's slow. All he knows is tic-tac-toe. He wants out of all these walls. Junior dribbles basketballs. He's a rockstar inthe making; never smoking, always baking. Flirts with every girl he sees. Swings like Tarzan from the trees. One day Junior will be rich. Then he'll fix our problems, bitch.
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