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The internet can be a good friend. The kind of friend who tells you that you look fine and that you haven’t gained any weight over the holidays
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All those girls are so free. It’s like they’re not old enough yet to understand what it’s like to not be making enough money to live
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There’s nothing that a beer and chicken wings can’t fix
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“What would Justin Bieber do?”
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Someone who has seen it all, someone who has done it all, and someone who believes it’ll never be the same again
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We wrote the songs that you’re dancing to. We started the parties that you discovered long after we left. And you’ll remark “Didn’t their leather jackets break in so perfectly?” Well, of course they did, because we are the original of the copy of the copy that you’re trying to emulate
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My battery dies but I don’t care because I’m with everyone I want to be with right now
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Knofi
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So I thought that if I did a photoshoot where I would be naked and sexual, it might get me out of this bad place I’m in
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She took her heels off when we were on the street and it reminded me of the homeless party girls in Winnipeg
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Sophia had enough boob to supply the entire “model” crowd at the old Beatrice Inn
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Your Name Is Kendra And You’re People-Watching Through Your Bangs
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No one’s making fun of your outfit on Twitter
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Yes, tonight will be a great night. You will even wear fake lashes
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There’s too many new faces, the party names have changed and the DJs are “mixing harder”
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