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we’re all the same i am like my dad i am like my mum and siblings i am not a dweeb or freak i am a cool party dude who loves to party hardy won’t stardy i am never tardy, in fact, i am a smart a lek i am the coolest dude in canberra but i am an adult who really loves to party a big man sat next to me with his big tattoos and said hows ti going mate, you have a few great tattoos on ya, don’t ya fella he said yeah mate i have, i am here to be tough, mate i am here, mate to have fun, with beer coke and spirits, mate i will mix you beloved coke with bourbon and get ****** we like to party we like to party all day and all night i party on and don’t wanna fight cause, i am a nice person, a good bloke, so to speak i never want to fall in a heap my old best mates don’t wanna be my mates anymore i mucked with them, cause i and they were cool, i was a little young dude i hated the mates, who wanted me to fight, i can’t stand fighting, i am nice my mate pat helped me, he was like a second daddy to me, i liked that dude, where is he i asked pat to go to a nightclub, the firehouse, and blind beggars and private bin and hungry horse i went to *** black to pl;ay a computer game, yeah i was radically awesome look what i done, i fooled my dad and my mum, cause why do they treat me like them get that stupid guy who nicked my lunch out of my head, unless he treats me like a little young dude for i am reformed now, i don’t stare wrongly anymore i still call patrick my best mate, ok, dad was weird, ok but we’re all the same
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
we're all the same, me you and my best mate patrick
we’re all the same i am like my dad i am like my mum and siblings i am not a dweeb or freak i am a cool party dude who loves to party hardy won’t stardy i am never tardy, in fact, i am a smart a lek i am the coolest dude in canberra but i am an adult who really loves to party a big man sat next to me with his big tattoos and said hows ti going mate, you have a few great tattoos on ya, don’t ya fella he said yeah mate i have, i am here to be tough, mate i am here, mate to have fun, with beer coke and spirits, mate i will mix you beloved coke with bourbon and get ****** we like to party we like to party all day and all night i party on and don’t wanna fight cause, i am a nice person, a good bloke, so to speak i never want to fall in a heap my old best mates don’t wanna be my mates anymore i mucked with them, cause i and they were cool, i was a little young dude i hated the mates, who wanted me to fight, i can’t stand fighting, i am nice my mate pat helped me, he was like a second daddy to me, i liked that dude, where is he i asked pat to go to a nightclub, the firehouse, and blind beggars and private bin and hungry horse i went to *** black to pl;ay a computer game, yeah i was radically awesome look what i done, i fooled my dad and my mum, cause why do they treat me like them get that stupid guy who nicked my lunch out of my head, unless he treats me like a little young dude for i am reformed now, i don’t stare wrongly anymore i still call patrick my best mate, ok, dad was weird, ok but we’re all the same
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
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