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Scary Larry, The Margarita Fairy Could drink anything, As long as it wasn’t dairy. Bollocky Pollack Hung up his smock Covered with paint Put it on the auction block. Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living. And Yeaster Bunny Thinking he was funny Baked bread dildoes That sold for bags of money. Scott Tissue Said “We’re gonna miss you. Your bread will sell quicker If don’t make it an issue.” Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living. Phony Joanie Wishes for alimony But refuses to divorce Her husband Tony. Decided she plans To keep him instead. Good for ready money Though he's lousy in bed. Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living. **** Poncho, Everybody seems to Dig his Mayan body If only for a day or two. Then he's off to play With somebody new Maybe some other day He'll make it back to you. Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
MY FRIENDS
Scary Larry, The Margarita Fairy Could drink anything, As long as it wasn’t dairy. Bollocky Pollack Hung up his smock Covered with paint Put it on the auction block. Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living. And Yeaster Bunny Thinking he was funny Baked bread dildoes That sold for bags of money. Scott Tissue Said “We’re gonna miss you. Your bread will sell quicker If don’t make it an issue.” Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living. Phony Joanie Wishes for alimony But refuses to divorce Her husband Tony. Decided she plans To keep him instead. Good for ready money Though he's lousy in bed. Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living. **** Poncho, Everybody seems to Dig his Mayan body If only for a day or two. Then he's off to play With somebody new Maybe some other day He'll make it back to you. Seven eight nine Friends of mine Are really just fine Without toeing a line. Five six seven It is rather like heaven To be gladly given A life worth living.
brent-kincaid
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
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