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I Hate Grass!

by tag-williams

Hey, Grass. What's your point? No sheep, no cows, no dog. I hate You, venomously grow it cut It repeat, ad infinitum. until the mower breaks because it does, every year even the damn Sears fix it, break it grow it cut it, fuck it. Hurry, Autumn weed wacker useless piece of shit buy it pawn it grow it cut it fuck it. Blacktop, the whole yard teach your punk ass. Grass.
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Aug 1, 2011
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