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I can't tell the truth from the pile of airplanes in my backyard. You have (so far) protected me from my worst fears (aliens/father). You drew a clockface around one of my ******* and said clocks like clox, box like bocks. I call you honest ape, because you art evolution. In last light I pulled down my undersea and said lets dig offshore for oil. We are grand and novel and full of **** me with advertising across my *** you with your baby blue stick shift.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
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I can't tell the truth from the pile of airplanes in my backyard. You have (so far) protected me from my worst fears (aliens/father). You drew a clockface around one of my ******* and said clocks like clox, box like bocks. I call you honest ape, because you art evolution. In last light I pulled down my undersea and said lets dig offshore for oil. We are grand and novel and full of **** me with advertising across my *** you with your baby blue stick shift.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
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