Damn, Amy, we're really hijacking this real-life thread. Chesty, do tell - have you two made nice yet? I mean fuck, if you're gonna tell us about the bad times, tell us about the good times too.
Good times, bad times,
You know, I've had my share
When my drunken Brodie left home
For a non-parental bed of his own,
But I still don't seem to care.
I know what it means to be alone
I sure do wish I was at home
I don't care what the neighbors (or parents or DSF board) say
I'm gonna love you each and every day
You can feel the beat within my heart
Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part
I feel good when I look into your eyes...
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