It happened. these beatrices thought they could buy whiskey and out drink and out last me. Wrong. its rick james we're talkin about. so when three people fell asleep i cut the toes off of both of their socks, and cut down the thighs of both sides of their undies for easy removal. Shoulda never stepped in the ring with me. straight gangsta.
p.s. whatup ozzytrailer.
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Hangin' on like a cliff. Threadbare like clutchin' onto american straws. I'm one of the dad's babychicks. He rides a big bike and hasn't dropped it with me on the back once, which means I can really lean. My girlfriend sent a postcard and she would like to know what happened to it? Did it get into the wrong hands? That may lead to trouble, what if it leads to torture. Your country is not much fun anymore. If we make ripples with our nipples or smallest of waves with you gio joes we get S&M, and you go too far, we are scared you american's cannot play nicely with us and we wonder if you are mean or just damn stupid. Please resassure me old man or he'll rip yar bloody arms off. I do not want to travel to have coffee with you at some diner for fear of being held and made to think I'm drowning under water torture by some mistaken identity crisis. Oh, and do u get many visitors?
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