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sometimes i sit and wonder why, i'm staring at this screen, if you don't like x-factor, you wil know what i mean. one night i had a curry, doc martin had just started, she had her taste of karma, as i let rip, and farted. moaning bout the pungent fumes, say's i'm very rude, but she's the one to blame, she cooked the ******* food. laughing loud at noise and smells, omitted from my belly, screwed up face, holds her nose, and tries to watch the telly.
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 12:17 PM UTC
karma
sometimes i sit and wonder why, i'm staring at this screen, if you don't like x-factor, you wil know what i mean. one night i had a curry, doc martin had just started, she had her taste of karma, as i let rip, and farted. moaning bout the pungent fumes, say's i'm very rude, but she's the one to blame, she cooked the ******* food. laughing loud at noise and smells, omitted from my belly, screwed up face, holds her nose, and tries to watch the telly.
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 12:17 PM UTC
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