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Sometimes you get broke suckin' eggs
Your will is to ponder over (and over) (and over) (and over) (and over) (and over) these forthcoming words. The future is a distinctive smell. I can smell it, can you? gills in her head wills in her head pills in her head PEANUTS in 4th grade, I spilled a whole thing of paint all over (and over) (and over) (and over) (and over) (and over) my pillowcase. Compoundin' like a motherfucker; that buffer will fuck you right up brother, hold on tight, watch teh coaxial. You know? The sky is quite cute... I sparked a snowstorm and we got let out near the sun. Mind you, although rough, as she expects that whole thing on you, to that whole thing on me, or the other. We're due to ponder this over (and over) (and over) (and over) (and over) (and over). The first one is my pants; the second one is your three (3) quarter --Â£25 out of Â£100, or 1 farthing of a 1Â¢, or $25 out of $100, or 25Â¢ out of 100Â¢-- pants. Though they are lace and will be soaked through before long. She doesn't mind, but who cares anyway? This is just the middle of a sample. Purple-grey clouds, in the middle of school!Â¡ What gives?! I spilled a storm AND spilled the paint... A very disparaging remark on the superfluouslyness of this situation; not to mention your complete lack of tenticles; abeo, ergo sum. You'll see, I'll see; we'll all find out S0ONER or LAT3R M8... In any case, if i'm diggin' somethin' up... i ain't usin' no damn tiller... I'm grabbin' dat fuckin' plow!
Posted by shitbowl @ 2010-05-18 21:14:00
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