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The night of the ****

‘Twas the night of the dickfest

In Victoria’s house

Edward Cullen was sleeping

And wearing her blouse

Christina Kelly was awesome

Making bellydancing scarves

As she and Victoria worshiped the brightest star

His name was **** no he wasn’t sandy

His last name **** his first was Andy

And he was the coolest

Crazy gay man on earth

He’s just been that cool

Since the day of his birth

Which is why the two girls

Worshiped this man

And why their dickfiesta was in fact planned

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victoria-erausquin
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Oct 2, 2010
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Yeah Andy **** belongs to himself

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