10-10 on the corner of Westwick and Coslany. Multiple tear ups. Intoxicated man. Stab wound up the anus. Officer in need of assistance. I repeat, officer in need of assistance.
Oh, my glistening globes, my poor turgid acorns. Fat, moist balloons.
Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There's a method to your movements
That really gets my goat
I looked for silver linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
WHACK
IT
IN
THERE!
Slip it in there Sonny, squeeze it in Sonny Jim!
Posted By: tehwatch, Nov 12, 13:04:04
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