walkn these walls
lookn for eggs
that the bunny has laid
wait thats the
easter time ryme
christmas is not
God its hot
kids are all gone
its a lonely ole song
wifes at work
boss is a ****
my friend
wordvango
is having a gran time
i wish i was with him
an six gallons of cold red wine
we could drink it all night
til saint nic comes into sight
we'd stagger away
and he'd say to all
a good night
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
walkn these walls
lookn for eggs
that the bunny has laid
wait thats the
easter time ryme
christmas is not
God its hot
kids are all gone
its a lonely ole song
wifes at work
boss is a ****
my friend
wordvango
is having a gran time
i wish i was with him
an six gallons of cold red wine
we could drink it all night
til saint nic comes into sight
we'd stagger away
and he'd say to all
a good night
there's you a quickie wvg
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