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My nose hairs-you know that their all singed... My nose hairs-I picked up way to much wind...! Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? This strange thing is-it's a real nostril stinger. You know this means-a smoked out phantom will linger! Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger?
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
Singed Nose Hairs
My nose hairs-you know that their all singed... My nose hairs-I picked up way to much wind...! Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? This strange thing is-it's a real nostril stinger. You know this means-a smoked out phantom will linger! Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger?
alan-s-bailey
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
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