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Karma finds you eventually, Sometimes while drinking a fine Chablis. George Zimmerman is back in the news, with sour grapes that left a bruise. His girlfriend wouldn’t kneel to play so he bopped her with un Beaujolais! His poor girlfriend, clad in a slip, He christened like a navy ship. Aggrieved assault is the charge he’ll face since cops were called out to his place. He can’t resort to “Stand your Ground” His prints were on the bottle found. Off to jail, George, where, they say, You’ll meet your true love every day.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
The Wrath of Grapes
Karma finds you eventually, Sometimes while drinking a fine Chablis. George Zimmerman is back in the news, with sour grapes that left a bruise. His girlfriend wouldn’t kneel to play so he bopped her with un Beaujolais! His poor girlfriend, clad in a slip, He christened like a navy ship. Aggrieved assault is the charge he’ll face since cops were called out to his place. He can’t resort to “Stand your Ground” His prints were on the bottle found. Off to jail, George, where, they say, You’ll meet your true love every day.
George got himself arrested again. The poor **** can't manage to stay out of trouble.
john-f-mccullagh
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
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