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good rid dunce i broke it up not to pre nounce   what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce thats the exact reason why i cant fill this ***** you said only take whats given but id rather live and deal with sinnin so you know there is still work to be done living life is happy when you're ******* a nun treat her to dinner or go finger the sun youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun its a favor and its been for granted lets leave her name down as planted its stuck as tho my ink can manage taped to my heart like a bandage anchored to my soul ive been drowned ***** pull the ******* plug because im now damaged finished now start as if he planned this its temper does flare as those lucky spineless dentures stare im sorry to disrepute the oldie but ***** could drive a fast in a fourty if it was for thee to be on time but it was for me it was a trigger and finger that she will now never adore he good rid dunce i broke it up not to pre nounce   what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce thats the exact reason why i cant fill this when it counts you said only take whats given but id rather live and deal with sinnin so you know there is still work to be done living life is happy when you're ******* a nun treat her to dinner or go finger the sun youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
still work to be done
good rid dunce i broke it up not to pre nounce   what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce thats the exact reason why i cant fill this ***** you said only take whats given but id rather live and deal with sinnin so you know there is still work to be done living life is happy when you're ******* a nun treat her to dinner or go finger the sun youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun its a favor and its been for granted lets leave her name down as planted its stuck as tho my ink can manage taped to my heart like a bandage anchored to my soul ive been drowned ***** pull the ******* plug because im now damaged finished now start as if he planned this its temper does flare as those lucky spineless dentures stare im sorry to disrepute the oldie but ***** could drive a fast in a fourty if it was for thee to be on time but it was for me it was a trigger and finger that she will now never adore he good rid dunce i broke it up not to pre nounce   what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce thats the exact reason why i cant fill this when it counts you said only take whats given but id rather live and deal with sinnin so you know there is still work to be done living life is happy when you're ******* a nun treat her to dinner or go finger the sun youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
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