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Blessed be your lovely pants The ones which shield you from cold and wet, that add girth to your chicken legs, and make you the man that you are. A man who is warm, a man who is dry. A man who, if hit by a flying ice pellet Will remain unscarred (as long as it doesn't hit you in the face). Oops - did I hit your face with this sharp ice pellet? This wretched season cannot be fought without the slippery zipping sounds made by your beloved pants. I will have my parents send your freedom pants immediately. For I cannot bear the thought of your empty life Without your trusty snowpants.
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
snowpants
Blessed be your lovely pants The ones which shield you from cold and wet, that add girth to your chicken legs, and make you the man that you are. A man who is warm, a man who is dry. A man who, if hit by a flying ice pellet Will remain unscarred (as long as it doesn't hit you in the face). Oops - did I hit your face with this sharp ice pellet? This wretched season cannot be fought without the slippery zipping sounds made by your beloved pants. I will have my parents send your freedom pants immediately. For I cannot bear the thought of your empty life Without your trusty snowpants.
wallamo
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
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