On the day that you were born, Batts
The angels got together and decided to create a dream come true (Batts)
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue... (Batts of course)
On the day that you were born, Batts
The angels got together and decided to create a dream come true (Batts)
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue... (Batts of course)
I think the problem was that she DID stop eating. Oh and the other problem is that you're kind of an asshole for speaking ill of the dead.
Look, just because she was your fetish's antichrist doesn't mean you need to get all pissy. The dead will be dead; I prefer people talk about me when I'm still here, but if people are calling me an asshole afterwards, I know I did something right.
(Psst, this is GFY. HugsAndCuddles.com is down the hall.)
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