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Check the yellow pages And the funny papers We gotta find those contact lenses that will change our brown eyes blue Then promenade to the place Whatchya got on tap? Lemonade? Give me the recipe That's a odd catch phrase you got there, "I'll **** you with a railroad spike!" Tell me how the worldwide aficionado only got the bronze metal She cries at the drop of a hat Now they've revoked her drivers licence   He's eating flower petals, that man in the corner over there He's in for a rude awakening That's poison oak or is it poison ivy? Either way that's his lot in life The man from the nuclear power plant comes in and tells m to get welded as he slaps some roadkill on the counter with great hubris He told the cook to fry it up so no one here would have to eat processed, pasteurized, homogenized, hydrogenated genetically modified food with an appeasing garnish on top   Mmm tire marks Tastes like this thing has been through the marsh Some kind of wetland Before I leave someone yells from the back, "You want the weather? Look up an hope for the best!" Help Wanted Inquire Within
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
The Things You Hear and The People You Meet In Bars
Check the yellow pages And the funny papers We gotta find those contact lenses that will change our brown eyes blue Then promenade to the place Whatchya got on tap? Lemonade? Give me the recipe That's a odd catch phrase you got there, "I'll **** you with a railroad spike!" Tell me how the worldwide aficionado only got the bronze metal She cries at the drop of a hat Now they've revoked her drivers licence   He's eating flower petals, that man in the corner over there He's in for a rude awakening That's poison oak or is it poison ivy? Either way that's his lot in life The man from the nuclear power plant comes in and tells m to get welded as he slaps some roadkill on the counter with great hubris He told the cook to fry it up so no one here would have to eat processed, pasteurized, homogenized, hydrogenated genetically modified food with an appeasing garnish on top   Mmm tire marks Tastes like this thing has been through the marsh Some kind of wetland Before I leave someone yells from the back, "You want the weather? Look up an hope for the best!" Help Wanted Inquire Within
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tommy-johnson
Colombian
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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