did you ever do Bojangles at the end of a social rope.
stretched out on an ant hill looking up at the slate gray skies of Babylon.
Slip a notch.
Hop scotch...
give a dog a bone.
Peas porridge hot Peas porridge Cold.
Slip a notch...no porridge at all.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
did you ever do Bojangles at the end of a social rope.
stretched out on an ant hill looking up at the slate gray skies of Babylon.
Slip a notch.
Hop scotch...
give a dog a bone.
Peas porridge hot Peas porridge Cold.
Slip a notch...no porridge at all.
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