I think that any good story begins with...
1) "When I left Cinnamon for the last time..."
OR
2) "So...did he go down on you?"
Man...we didn't even get to "Fat-Bottomed Girls"...
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted...
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