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Whatever you do don't run. There's too many walls at the end of all the twists and turns if you run, you'll strike one, full in the face and split your lip wide opening up the middle of your head to scrutiny by the humpty-dumpty road crew and eggheads and horses don't really want to know whats going on inside that brain of yours now do they? So don't run walk slowly. Deliberately. Sloppy.
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Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
Head Wound
Whatever you do don't run. There's too many walls at the end of all the twists and turns if you run, you'll strike one, full in the face and split your lip wide opening up the middle of your head to scrutiny by the humpty-dumpty road crew and eggheads and horses don't really want to know whats going on inside that brain of yours now do they? So don't run walk slowly. Deliberately. Sloppy.
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Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
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