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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.


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.


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


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