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Boy is my *** fat ten pancakes for breakfast, washed down with malted shake by the end of first class, I was searching for some cake wasn't paying attention, tripped over old black cat had a hard time getting up, cause my *** is so fat kids are staring at me, Walking through the halls rumbeling thunder, stuff falling off the walls a large dose of poundage, with my backwards baseball hat trying to look so cool, but boy is my *** fat saw Sally Sumter, on my way to advanced math 2 said I had an algorithm, I'd like to run by you wanted to stick around a while, you know like maybe chat, she said I really like you, but boy is your *** fat tried to skip gym class, said I had no **** did not know the numbers, to my combination lock coach said that's no reason, I ain't buying that one thing i will say though, boy is your *** fat its the story of my life, all people pokin fun ask me how much I weigh, do you way a ton want to tell them **** off, but they'd throw me on the mat not very agile, cause my *** is so **** fat Gomer Lepoet
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
Boy is my *** fat
Boy is my *** fat ten pancakes for breakfast, washed down with malted shake by the end of first class, I was searching for some cake wasn't paying attention, tripped over old black cat had a hard time getting up, cause my *** is so fat kids are staring at me, Walking through the halls rumbeling thunder, stuff falling off the walls a large dose of poundage, with my backwards baseball hat trying to look so cool, but boy is my *** fat saw Sally Sumter, on my way to advanced math 2 said I had an algorithm, I'd like to run by you wanted to stick around a while, you know like maybe chat, she said I really like you, but boy is your *** fat tried to skip gym class, said I had no **** did not know the numbers, to my combination lock coach said that's no reason, I ain't buying that one thing i will say though, boy is your *** fat its the story of my life, all people pokin fun ask me how much I weigh, do you way a ton want to tell them **** off, but they'd throw me on the mat not very agile, cause my *** is so **** fat Gomer Lepoet
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
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