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I met this girl at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, her name is Debbie, she drives a 84 Camaro & lives in a single wide trailer out in the woods off some gravel road. She was b1tchin about her 4 illegitimate children all from different dead beat dads & how child protective services are always hassling her about her boyfriends meth lab. She's worried about the $400 in welfare she'll lose if they take her kids. She wiggin about her ex getting paroled next month, Because she rolled over on him to save her own a$$ & he's still pi$$ed, even after all these years. Seems the Interferon treatments didn't help her Hepatitus C much, but that doesn't keep her from drinking every night. It is such a pain in the a$$ to find a sober person everynight to blow into her interlock device on her ignition so she can drive home from the kegger. I love her Karen Carpenter figure, 80s feathered blonde hair with 3 inches of dark roots, dog mess breath through her rotten teeth, tweeker scab scars, nicotine browned fingers, pale grey skin tone, & the way she screams at her kids when I'm talking to her on the phone. I've been courting her for a couple weeks now and am trying to work up the courage to ask her out, but I think she may be out of my league.
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Paul
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