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Where are you off to? A pickup game inside a palm? Punishing heaven? Well why didn't I think of it? Perfectly absolutely incredibly perfect...kind of. Because John says excuse me every single time you poke him in the head. Because the lemon juice-making machine is frozen for now. Because I can't reach my grapes or my Florida anymore. So cheers to you. Cheers to your weekend gettaways and your Friday gettaways and your Thursday gettaways and your wens,tues,mondays gettaways They aren't here anymore. They've left. or you've compromised for Saturday Florida has made an appeal for mercy from the ghhhh grand jury. ...close enough.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Where are you off to? A pickup game inside a palm? Punishing heaven? Well why didn't I think of it? Perfectly absolutely incredibly perfect...kind of. Because John says excuse me every single time you poke him in the head. Because the lemon juice-making machine is frozen for now. Because I can't reach my grapes or my Florida anymore. So cheers to you. Cheers to your weekend gettaways and your Friday gettaways and your Thursday gettaways and your wens,tues,mondays gettaways They aren't here anymore. They've left. or you've compromised for Saturday Florida has made an appeal for mercy from the ghhhh grand jury. ...close enough.
If you think it is... then yeah it probably is.
asa-d-bruss
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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