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what would frank sinatra do?

Oh my goodness.

Why have I been wasting so much time being such a flaming pussy?


My god, Frank Sinatra would NOT be doing this.


Frank Sinatra would call you a bunch of square cats

And then he'd ash on your dress shoes.


Frank Sinatra would not GIVE A FUCK


Frank Sinatra would smack me then throw his drink in my face

And say " Look you crazy broad; you're a doll! why are you wasting your time uglying up that pretty face with a frown? Come on Cutes, put on your Basie boots and come dance with me "


And I am CONFIDENT that a young Frank would have fucked me like none other.


So FUCK IT!

Frank wouldn't let a broad make a fool of him


I mean Jesus, who the fuck are you anyway?


I'm going to make sure I do Frank proud

and live my life without care,

wind in my hair broke in california


Triflin Mark-Ass bustas.



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  1. There is no greater feeling in the world than completely not giving a fuck.

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