Million Dollar Mutton

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mutton

if I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?

wit is educated insolence

show me a sane man and I will cure him for you

don’t be so humble - you are not that great

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If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?	Friday, June 12, 2009, 11:56 AM " It has been too long, this prolly be my last song, Keep falling at every instance, it's hard to forget it all, There you was in the morning, afternoon and at dinner, This is crazy, but yeah, told you I'd finally found a winner, It's the killer, my movie thriller, you've been running through my mind, You swept me off my feet, not once, but everytime, How long this gonna be, 'cause you're almost, but mine boo, I know for shit it's real, and I ain't afraid to admit it too, Touch your heart, feet it beating, 'cause it's saying I Love You. " - Million Dollar Mutton @ 12.32am Friday, 6 June '09 The usual gossips and file sharing with Gentle Giant and Lutut Bengkok have always made my every afternoon. Things like these are hard to come by when everyone else is busy with shit. On another note, my sorethroat is gone. Well almost, but swallowing seems like a breeze now. The annoying cough is still a threat somewhere at the back of my throat. Irritant. Hmph. NEXT. Seeing Grinch in pain last night was unbearable. I wished I could just punch the wind out of his guts to make him feel better, since he had a hard time trying to fart all the gas out. The symptoms are clearer now that his other family members are suffering from the common ill too. Just hope he gets better in time since he's still stressing on his usual weight-making routine. And it gets irritating sometimes watching him sweating his balls out eventhough he's under the weather. Boy doesn't know when to take a breather, or what? It was obvious enough from the manic breakout on his forehead. Silly boy even had the cheek to blame me for it. What the hell. LAUGHS Or maybe there was something else bothering him. Hmm. rubs chin Anyway, rumours are going around real fast, and I can't be sure to believe it myself. though it really scares the shit out of my system, but yeah, sometimes, it's never too late to be wary. Who know? shrugs in terror Oh jeeziz, hope it ain't true. P.S: Smile for me. there you go. And don't put that down, not when I'm still here, and alive. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton		milliondollarmutton One has fear in front of a goat, in back of a mule, and on every side of a fool. Rabiatul Adawiyah Intelligently 2-W E N T-double E ONE popularly known as Bit they call me Mutton 25 March 1989 Pursuing a Diploma In Applied Psychology Freelance Professional Makeup Artist plugg_screambox@hotmail.com		partnersincrime aLex tHe LiOn cOnDoM GiRL gEntLe giAnt pArt-tiMe LovEr MiLo bLuRcOcK diVinE tEaSeR eEeZaRt aYLaNa dE gYaL KiLaT bUdAk hYpEr miRa iDoRa LuToT bEnGkOk cAyEnNe pOrNsTaR pErNiCiOuS dEaDfAmOuS sLiT eYeS mR fiGhTeR thehoipolloi mOrBiD sUiCiDaL pHaTyN mArShMaLLoW eTty nGiAo nGiAo jApAnEsEdOLL sHyMa hOLmEs eNnJaYy gEmOk oDeNg zEe-Ma-zEe aELfiZiO oNeAy mEeNi miNey mOe kEeLa aPiN gOLdEn pHoEniX LaLa nAd 'O' aCa-bELLiC rAdDy aRsHaNti powerofthepast + June 2009 + July 2009 + August 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 + March 2010 + April 2010 + May 2010 + June 2010 + July 2010 + August 2010 + September 2010 + October 2010 + December 2010		theverbaldiarrhoea