You f*ers. I've had too much coffee and never too much free food. Yeah I'm leaving. SURPRISED? Never, not for me, anyways. These are the last, so hell, make them last.
Last rhymes with last.
I suppose goodbyes will be hard? Are they ever hard? SO GOODBYE. Were a month be today I would leave a happy gal. But I love love love who you be who we be who we all be, what we stand for, cats, cows, and a banjo on your knee. Foot-stompin' good time, right? Real friends, FINALLY more known. So to leave with the satisfaction of knowing and rising above. ALRIGHT!
Dancing tonight. I'll wear my red boots for that.
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you got red boots?! crazy
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