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The pub is packed tonight with many familiar faces, cookies for breakfast The sugarrush is taking me places. I'm jumping up and down diet ruined and I'm not sorry after the pub we all meet up for afters at the quarry. Ladies and men, loads of drink, getting it on, you know the score, voices now still and grumpy They won't speak to me anymore. A hobbit hops along a road Stops takes a **** on a snail, I won't say what we got up to but one day I'll tell the tale. Meanwhile I'm off to Lily's for a coffee and a bite to eat. An amanita grew by the rock pretty and proud and neat. No one liked it, it got sad it started talking to itself, we gave it lots of tequila then put it upon the shelf
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
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The pub is packed tonight with many familiar faces, cookies for breakfast The sugarrush is taking me places. I'm jumping up and down diet ruined and I'm not sorry after the pub we all meet up for afters at the quarry. Ladies and men, loads of drink, getting it on, you know the score, voices now still and grumpy They won't speak to me anymore. A hobbit hops along a road Stops takes a **** on a snail, I won't say what we got up to but one day I'll tell the tale. Meanwhile I'm off to Lily's for a coffee and a bite to eat. An amanita grew by the rock pretty and proud and neat. No one liked it, it got sad it started talking to itself, we gave it lots of tequila then put it upon the shelf
Random fun with the all around good guy and an awesome friend Gary Liles
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
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