Oh my turgid wet plums. My poor, despondent, glistening orbs.
We have a massive 10-35, at the Cuntgrope Lane intersection. Requesting an urgent 10-52. Officer in need of assistance!
In my defence, what is there to say?
All the mistakes we made, must be faced today
It's not easy now knowing where to start
While the world we love, tears itself apart
I'm just a singer with a song
How can I try to right the wrong?
For just a singer with a melody
I'm caught in between
With a fading dream
Gorn son, slip it right up there my boy. Cram it in Sonny Jimothy.
Posted By: cdmwatch, Aug 15, 11:53:08
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