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Every time I go outside I look for the hidden cameras Thinking I've either lost my mind Or I'm being Punk'd by Ashton Kutcher If you ask me, it's hard to believe All that I see happening On this side of Crazy Street Not sure if I should cry or continue laughing There is no way this is okay If you find yourself awake, please pinch me The time, the place, the names, the dates My mind keeps coming up empty I used to say most every day It can't get much worse than this When without delay, I'm slapped in the face With the saying of oh yes, it can And here I am with head in spin Around the corner looking Is that Ashton and his camera man They have to be out here, Punking
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
Punk'd
Every time I go outside I look for the hidden cameras Thinking I've either lost my mind Or I'm being Punk'd by Ashton Kutcher If you ask me, it's hard to believe All that I see happening On this side of Crazy Street Not sure if I should cry or continue laughing There is no way this is okay If you find yourself awake, please pinch me The time, the place, the names, the dates My mind keeps coming up empty I used to say most every day It can't get much worse than this When without delay, I'm slapped in the face With the saying of oh yes, it can And here I am with head in spin Around the corner looking Is that Ashton and his camera man They have to be out here, Punking
mike-hauser
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
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