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I knew a lady trapper who would trap out in the styx she used to be a flapper back in nineteen twenty-six I met her in a diner well not really just a bar and I told her I'm a miner as she puffed on her cigar She said 'Gus your kinda ugly and your breath stinks awful bad but I been fussin with my fugly so I'll tell you why I'm sad See I love to hunt for ****** it's my passion I can't lie but I left my love's receiver cuz she won't eat ****** pie Now I could have dried some jerky guess I should have fried some pork but my ****** tastes so perky fugly wouldn't touch her fork Gus I miss her I'm so lonely she's my only, what a dish I can't leave her over ****** so from now on tuna fish!" ©2011 Lyn
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
My love's receiver
I knew a lady trapper who would trap out in the styx she used to be a flapper back in nineteen twenty-six I met her in a diner well not really just a bar and I told her I'm a miner as she puffed on her cigar She said 'Gus your kinda ugly and your breath stinks awful bad but I been fussin with my fugly so I'll tell you why I'm sad See I love to hunt for ****** it's my passion I can't lie but I left my love's receiver cuz she won't eat ****** pie Now I could have dried some jerky guess I should have fried some pork but my ****** tastes so perky fugly wouldn't touch her fork Gus I miss her I'm so lonely she's my only, what a dish I can't leave her over ****** so from now on tuna fish!" ©2011 Lyn
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
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