There are two things I know about white people: they love Matchbox 20, and they are terrified of curses

i always read it as a wedding song. Guy standing up there, caught between the truth of love and the deadening obligation of the ceremony which feels like a "waste of time", waiting in a crowded room all the while wishing to be away with his beloved, him with nothing to say, her in her ect..

So did I. Which given her downward spiral from power seemed appropriate.

"Who taught you to suck up my cigarette smoke and blow it out the window?"

What would you like HBC to do then? Not ever age? Not ever go swimming in public?

Midwestspitfire,

face never left.

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