The Girl next door is Dead
By The Afflicted Yard
23 May 2008
Nobody likes a goody-twoshoes, especially if they drink nothing but bottled water and won't to help you steal a car (even if you really, really need one).
They cry when you kick the dog or push Grandfather down the stairs, and they're always spoiling things with their everlasting advise; just when you're starting to feel your buzz: dropping things, spilling food on people and flooring it when the cops ask you to step out of the vehicle.
Life's too short, after all, to be stuck with Sandra Dee when you know damn well that she will never wear those panties you saw on channel 88.
To hell with Mother Teresa, more booze for us.
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