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dude or you'll end up with a real
shitty nick name. Be cool though
and you might get a good one like
LASER. Powell loves my dad almost
as much as I do, which is a ton!
any of you bitches touch him, i'll fuck
you up.... mass. style.
xo
french fry potaters.. mmmmhmmm.. you
got any biscuits and mustard? mmmmhmmm"
probably like him more than you. You
can't mess with that fucking archer. No
way around it.
relationship....but, powell doesnt
hate anyone...ok, so he hates
everyone..big deal, he's still super!
nights ago, ha, ha, you BETTER say hi
next time.
xo
powell. and was reminded exactly why i
like this dude.
double deuce of OE and after a few
swigs, he got a little buzzed. He
spilled his secrets of crying to
dashboard confessional and drawing stars
on his wrists at night to see if they
really looked good. He secretly wishes
that his girlfriend from 5th grade will
read his live journal and come running
back to his warm embrace. I was like,
dude, its the alcohol talking, snap out
of it. He didn't listen and downed the
rest of it and passed out on my couch.
He'll try to deny this but he was
wasted, so of course he doesn't
remember. It's cool, your secret's safe
with me.
tiffany". this one time i went
backseat skiiing with him. but not
really. he really has a good heart. <3