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out on the road, driving right along, comin' to a stop, at the head of the line, right at the light. i look up, and what do i see, but a Big Fat Yellow face starin' back at me. taken aback, reminds me, you see, of one big fat bus with a big fat yellow bootay, only just slightly differently. i start lookin' around and what do i see but a whole bunch of big fat yellow faces starin' back at me. studyin'  big fat yellow face of bus number eight five nine, i begin see a difference or two. Some big fat yellow faces are flat, hardly a nose on 'em. Some big fat yellow faces have quite the shnoz on 'em, wouldn't Jimmy Durante be oh, so, proud. quite an education in just the cycle of only one light. it turns green, to left i turn. one big fat yellow face one big fat yellow bootay two big fat yellow faces two big fat yellow bootays three big fat yellow faces three big fat yellow bootays four big fat yellow faces four big fat yellow bootays. racing by so quick, lickety split. so how do i know, know for sure, that God really exists, and even more, that she really loves me? if there were no God and if she didn't love me, i'd be starin' at all these big fat yellow bootays through the front of the windshield, instead of seeing 'em flying into the distance when take i a quick glance into my REAR view mirror! i do love the look, of a, Big Fat Yellow Bootay starin' at me from my rear view mirror, in the mornin'! hey, hey, hey, just another fine day! whadda say!
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
The Big Fat Yellow Bootay Proves the Existence of God
out on the road, driving right along, comin' to a stop, at the head of the line, right at the light. i look up, and what do i see, but a Big Fat Yellow face starin' back at me. taken aback, reminds me, you see, of one big fat bus with a big fat yellow bootay, only just slightly differently. i start lookin' around and what do i see but a whole bunch of big fat yellow faces starin' back at me. studyin'  big fat yellow face of bus number eight five nine, i begin see a difference or two. Some big fat yellow faces are flat, hardly a nose on 'em. Some big fat yellow faces have quite the shnoz on 'em, wouldn't Jimmy Durante be oh, so, proud. quite an education in just the cycle of only one light. it turns green, to left i turn. one big fat yellow face one big fat yellow bootay two big fat yellow faces two big fat yellow bootays three big fat yellow faces three big fat yellow bootays four big fat yellow faces four big fat yellow bootays. racing by so quick, lickety split. so how do i know, know for sure, that God really exists, and even more, that she really loves me? if there were no God and if she didn't love me, i'd be starin' at all these big fat yellow bootays through the front of the windshield, instead of seeing 'em flying into the distance when take i a quick glance into my REAR view mirror! i do love the look, of a, Big Fat Yellow Bootay starin' at me from my rear view mirror, in the mornin'! hey, hey, hey, just another fine day! whadda say!
amiee
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
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