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Tuesday Weld was a frigger She was friggin' everywhere and Everywhere she went, she frigged As a matter of fact There wasn't a day that went by In which Tuesday wouldn't frig She frigged at the supermarket She would frig at the mall She frigged at the movies She frigged at the gas-pump She was caught frigging at the dentist She even frigged down the shore All her twenty-seven siblings Worked the local house of ill-repute It had a bar inside of it And was Whorethorne's best kept secret Even the police would get laid there (on Tuesdays) Finally, the townspeople of Whorethorne Could not take it anymore And they burnt down The Barn Then, just like Tuesday They too Went frigging nuts
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Ode to a Frigging Family of ******
Tuesday Weld was a frigger She was friggin' everywhere and Everywhere she went, she frigged As a matter of fact There wasn't a day that went by In which Tuesday wouldn't frig She frigged at the supermarket She would frig at the mall She frigged at the movies She frigged at the gas-pump She was caught frigging at the dentist She even frigged down the shore All her twenty-seven siblings Worked the local house of ill-repute It had a bar inside of it And was Whorethorne's best kept secret Even the police would get laid there (on Tuesdays) Finally, the townspeople of Whorethorne Could not take it anymore And they burnt down The Barn Then, just like Tuesday They too Went frigging nuts
david-ehrgott
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
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