Dhur, every time I want to sleep, someone or the other is at the door, I'm sick stoned, and all I want to do is just sleep, but these people do not understand. Why can't my dear mother be at home, when I need her to open the door for "people."
Argh. Ghum paachey, and what a lovely weather here, I want to go up to the chaad, smoke up, come back and crash.
And, I'm craving Jägerbomb (Turbojäger) like NOW, maybe in the evening, maybe, if I am not too sleepy.
And Maggie isn't a bad singer after all, I'm impressed, again.
I know I have lost it and that my Chaablemo's become a bit of a problem, but just lookey.
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