I don't like it when my friends do like Justin and cry rivers,
they take all my Hanna Montana-tissues and give me the shivers.
I offer all my candy and beg them to stop climbing the walls,
but they don't want to listen, no instead they wait until God calls.
Some days God is very busy and leaves me incharge,
I know right, I'm Swedish and not that large.
So I end up in the corner texting the lyrics of my favorite song,
after convincing my friends it always feels better after a set of beer pong!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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