I'm literally now afraid to watch Disney cartoons because of some of the random real world characters that have swept through my life leaving waves of real-world traumatic nightmare association?
Wow. Just f7cking wow. Anyway, at least the give the modern cabaret role to H in the rafters with the club lighting system there at the end after he's lyrically played off the 1940's version, tattoos and all. It's perfect though, because like I've been sayin, that's all I needed all alone. Damn ya'll.
Some people are just so non-visionary and considerately forward-thinking they get in the way, and you know what epically occurred to me before this, if I considered things literally as if I were a girl in relation to how I would guard the value of sex to only very select meaningful and valuable near, dear, trusted, clear, earned, deserved-in-matched-behavior context, just like I expect even better being male and having all that extra double-standard slack to play and splash with, but now that I think about it...
#givepeeseachancwe
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