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Wanna make me boil? Take my food Bundle it in iron foil. Wanna touch this nature Go out in the field Work for me It's fine, I'll pay you for the slave labor. Hey there's an avocado over there Yes, there young man: There's a tomato over there Plop, yes, in my hand's. Juicy, ripe, ready for a pickin' See you later son, have to go to the grandmom's request, She has hot juice ready for me And some egg's, toast Waiting in my kitchen. Not to mention Something else ripe for the picking.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Hot juice feeling loose
Wanna make me boil? Take my food Bundle it in iron foil. Wanna touch this nature Go out in the field Work for me It's fine, I'll pay you for the slave labor. Hey there's an avocado over there Yes, there young man: There's a tomato over there Plop, yes, in my hand's. Juicy, ripe, ready for a pickin' See you later son, have to go to the grandmom's request, She has hot juice ready for me And some egg's, toast Waiting in my kitchen. Not to mention Something else ripe for the picking.
bill-murray
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
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