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letters that fling small kids
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with my sleeves that were
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encrusted with old dried up
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red from when I hit
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Bob Denver. Lets all Fellate
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and ram into the nearest
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merlin clone that we find
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on the street corner near
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the trutle pie shop in
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Las Vegas where the hookers
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have quims like horses collars
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And love to suck Beans
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that have been poured over
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sweaty naked bodies of men
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and grab a cup of
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