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Who gives a **** so I wrote another winer, boo hoo you twit think anyone cares, just who gives a **** I am just a grain, of sand in the wind my pain is nothing and the horned one just grinned yeah so now I'm bitter, my attitude ***** I'd kick your *** for a lousy 5 bucks its only a flesh wound I've certainly had wurse I'm a wineing ****** I'll hit you with my purse got pains in my arms, and I'm a pain in the *** had Taco Bell for dinner, and now I got gas my stomach is rumbling, think I'm sick just a bit why don't you tell me now, just who gives a **** the Dow is down, my pressure is high cholesterol is big, can't eat no sweet pie I'm a no good *** full of vinegar and spit do you really think, anyone gives a royal **** at least they finally plugged, the leaking of oil that's what they claim, sing for me Susan Boyle the problem with peaches, in the middle is a pit if I choked on one now, just who would give a **** yes I've had me some wine, and I'm a pathetic dude my mouth can get foul, yes I can be crude wonder what it would be like, to be Brad Pitt I guess one is enough, like who gives a **** tomorrow is Monday, so glad I don't work in customer service or a grocery clerk listen to ******* about the service they get c'mon now, you think I give a shit I could probably rant, for more than theirs time the jaws flapping on, my hands covered in grime this year's British Open, no Americans seemed fit it's all over now, and really no one gives a shit... Gomer Lepoet...
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 9:52 PM UTC
Who gives a ****
Who gives a **** so I wrote another winer, boo hoo you twit think anyone cares, just who gives a **** I am just a grain, of sand in the wind my pain is nothing and the horned one just grinned yeah so now I'm bitter, my attitude ***** I'd kick your *** for a lousy 5 bucks its only a flesh wound I've certainly had wurse I'm a wineing ****** I'll hit you with my purse got pains in my arms, and I'm a pain in the *** had Taco Bell for dinner, and now I got gas my stomach is rumbling, think I'm sick just a bit why don't you tell me now, just who gives a **** the Dow is down, my pressure is high cholesterol is big, can't eat no sweet pie I'm a no good *** full of vinegar and spit do you really think, anyone gives a royal **** at least they finally plugged, the leaking of oil that's what they claim, sing for me Susan Boyle the problem with peaches, in the middle is a pit if I choked on one now, just who would give a **** yes I've had me some wine, and I'm a pathetic dude my mouth can get foul, yes I can be crude wonder what it would be like, to be Brad Pitt I guess one is enough, like who gives a **** tomorrow is Monday, so glad I don't work in customer service or a grocery clerk listen to ******* about the service they get c'mon now, you think I give a shit I could probably rant, for more than theirs time the jaws flapping on, my hands covered in grime this year's British Open, no Americans seemed fit it's all over now, and really no one gives a shit... Gomer Lepoet...
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 9:52 PM UTC
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