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Can You Drive Me Home

Dude my car just blew up The dang fire killed my pup I'm tired of my junk car I might go kill myself in the bar I went to a phone booth I decided to make out with my tooth I tried to make a call But it was broke so I sold it to a mall I need to get my car fixed But I cut my arm, so now I need to go get it stitched I was walking till someone stopped beside me He flipped me off and then hit into a tree I laughed at him and he got out of his vehicle He then grabbed me by the throat and stabbed me with a nickel Just when i thought it couldn't get any worse I bought myself a purse I saw a cop so i went up to him I asked if he could drive me home He laughed and asked if I need a trim I said no but he still gave me a comb I then just killed the cop and stole his car I could have walked home it wasn't even that far

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/20/2015 7:13:00 PM
Love the ending, should have but did not... Awesome write
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Date: 11/22/2015 6:04:00 PM
Thank you

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