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Mar 2012
Starkle, starkle, little *****,
Who the hell are you I think.
I'm not under what you call
The alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
But the drunker I stand here the longer I get.
So just give me one more fink to drill my cup,
'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.
Kyle Chewie Insch
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Kyle Chewie Insch  31/Cisgender Male/Southampton, UK.
(31/Cisgender Male/Southampton, UK.)   
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