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Timmy got a bike, Timmy ******* died. Timmy's mother drank, Timmy's father cried. And it rained. It rained for five days and six nights, and although it stopped raining on the sixth day, the sun did not shine. It's the movement, iOS7, download tonight, Timmy's bike was red, his friends thought it was tight. Timmy got a bike, (Each day we all feel a bit more like Bukowski, a bit more cynical) Timmy ******* died.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Timmy Got A Bike
Timmy got a bike, Timmy ******* died. Timmy's mother drank, Timmy's father cried. And it rained. It rained for five days and six nights, and although it stopped raining on the sixth day, the sun did not shine. It's the movement, iOS7, download tonight, Timmy's bike was red, his friends thought it was tight. Timmy got a bike, (Each day we all feel a bit more like Bukowski, a bit more cynical) Timmy ******* died.
jeremy-duff
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
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