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Lance From France

There is a guy named lance who loved to dance moved to America for his chance off the molly he had ants in his pants raves and rants ecstasy cramps drunken broken lamps licking acid stamps having sex with tramps stuck in a trance you see lance was from France until he took an American stance getting high off all types of plants feeling like a champ getting all amped until one night he felt his shirt was damp there was blood coming from his nose his vision started to close trance lance lance wake up lance he saw a bright light and a voice that said this is your last chance guess what happened to lance lance that loved to dance moved his ass back to France.

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Date: 4/26/2018 11:22:00 AM
Todd: I'd say Lance got his wits about him. Good for him. oldbuck
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