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"montana-says-yoga-pants-illegal" Look up on Yahoo we got quite the stash, under the illegal grass, in our hidden home, bring 'em out when it's just the two of us, looking to get exercised o'course we have secret codes, (yogurt slackers) never call 'em by their real name in public, lest we get sent by drone to the new orange and black jail when we be feeling risky-frisky, under our coats we wear 'em semi-publicly, but to blend in, we only buy black, seeing as we live in new york seeity, where we reside, black be the only legal color for approved illegal street walking never when we travel domestically in case we get busted, don't want to face federal interstate charges of inciting others to riot sensationally! this land is not my land, maybe it is yours, but if you come alooking for us, we got a cabin in the deep words, where we practice dress code freedom, no ties, shirts untucked, navel (oranges) fully exposed, button down shirts always  unbuttoned, (my high school days revolutionary first strike) hoping to escape the idiots we place above us to "govern"
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Illegal yogurt pants
"montana-says-yoga-pants-illegal" Look up on Yahoo we got quite the stash, under the illegal grass, in our hidden home, bring 'em out when it's just the two of us, looking to get exercised o'course we have secret codes, (yogurt slackers) never call 'em by their real name in public, lest we get sent by drone to the new orange and black jail when we be feeling risky-frisky, under our coats we wear 'em semi-publicly, but to blend in, we only buy black, seeing as we live in new york seeity, where we reside, black be the only legal color for approved illegal street walking never when we travel domestically in case we get busted, don't want to face federal interstate charges of inciting others to riot sensationally! this land is not my land, maybe it is yours, but if you come alooking for us, we got a cabin in the deep words, where we practice dress code freedom, no ties, shirts untucked, navel (oranges) fully exposed, button down shirts always  unbuttoned, (my high school days revolutionary first strike) hoping to escape the idiots we place above us to "govern"
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
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