It's go-go, not cry-cry. |
 I'm just a go-go dancer from outerspace, made out of lollipops and sunshine. I'm risky business but I'm worth the trouble. I'm a bitch on skates, bent on raising Hell and looking good doing it. |
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NotesGood Lord, can we please have sex? The last two times I go over to your place, and all you want to do is cuddle. No sex, only cuddles. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles and sleep, fuck. Cuddling is fine, whatever, but I need to get laid too. So (sexually) frustrated.
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starcaptain reblogged this from blondie-a-go-go and added:
Janelle, honey child, lemme tell...something I learned over the years. A black queen once...
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syntaxerrors reblogged this from blondie-a-go-go and added:
quit complaining faggot. atleast...that kind of stuff with to begin with. that fact that...
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