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It’s been said that I couldn’t do it, Go without a nut till the end of December. The whispers growing louder as The bets are growing higher, Cause no one trust the line that Timur has given up the nut, Ah, let me check... yes From the mid of November. Am I crazy to play this game? Cause I’m as weak as any other man. And what can be better then a nut on A cold morning in mid of December? And oh my god there’s so many nuts, Of every shape, size and color But ****** I’m a man and I can Give up a nut till the end of December. But you better believe it That the day after The Cold Sad December, Your boy is going crazy to celebrate The End Of No Nut December.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Till The End Of December
It’s been said that I couldn’t do it, Go without a nut till the end of December. The whispers growing louder as The bets are growing higher, Cause no one trust the line that Timur has given up the nut, Ah, let me check... yes From the mid of November. Am I crazy to play this game? Cause I’m as weak as any other man. And what can be better then a nut on A cold morning in mid of December? And oh my god there’s so many nuts, Of every shape, size and color But ****** I’m a man and I can Give up a nut till the end of December. But you better believe it That the day after The Cold Sad December, Your boy is going crazy to celebrate The End Of No Nut December.
Oh you know, just messing around trying to win this bets.
timur-shamatov
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
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