The Mind of a Maniac
Thoughts From Timberlake
I'm debating going downstairs. Mom is patiently awaiting the big news I called her over to hear about. The four other guys are sitting in omnious silence as they know in their hearts that my mind is made up. Brit flew "overseas" to Canada to escape the jealous rages I've forced upon her in my state of indecision. Can I help it that I'm in constant need of what she has, and the guys don't? Her hair, breasts, behind. The total package. I want it all, and I want it all the time. I'm really left with no choice.