Lex Jurgen - August 21, 2013
Forget every bad thing I ever said about Avril Lavigne, her stupid bloated midget first husband, her musical soul robbing Nickelback second husband, her trumped up skater persona, and even her being Canadian and therefore deserving of being locked in a cage and poked at by drunk hockey fans with team pennants. We're all good now.
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