meet catfish haven. they're 30% the reason i'm always late to work, as i'm too busy dancing around in my boyshort underwear to "i don't worry" or "tell me" or "crazy for leaving you." whenever i put them on, i feel like i'm in a field of grass near a murky pond, preferably somewhere south of the mason dixon line, shooting PBR cans with a bb gun while dancing in a white dress.
or at least, that's what i tell myself before 9 am in the morning.
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