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When you knock your funny bone it's not funny, which is funny don't you think? I'm trying not to cry it's so early even the worms have yet to get up, birds look at each other in surprise but it's not even five, what do they expect, table service? One more mind numbing then Friday's coming and I'm going into the weekend with a smile. There is a serious side usually the inside, when on the outside is just a crazy car crash ride into a brick wall, but Kilroy got there first.
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Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 11:50 PM UTC
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When you knock your funny bone it's not funny, which is funny don't you think? I'm trying not to cry it's so early even the worms have yet to get up, birds look at each other in surprise but it's not even five, what do they expect, table service? One more mind numbing then Friday's coming and I'm going into the weekend with a smile. There is a serious side usually the inside, when on the outside is just a crazy car crash ride into a brick wall, but Kilroy got there first.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 11:50 PM UTC
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