Song about truck driving vampires.
Dallas held up the gun and now pointed it at Martin.
Hope is a cruel bitch.
I didn’t want it to end inside the belly of some creature from Pluto, the bowls of Siberia,
What did Ralph do? What dogs always do, started licking his balls.
Finally, after many minutes of hard work,
The first tear drops falling from a depressed sky,
I guess some problems were too big to fix and you just hoped they would take care of themselves.
And the alcohol makes me not care that I’m painting stuff that would make even Bob Ross groan, were he still alive.
You don’t just concede defeat in these circumstances. You take every second you can find and use it to pray for another few seconds. Hope is a cruel bitch.
His long journey to school typically took him about half an hour. The school was a mile away, and despite the small size of the town, that was still quite a walk.
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