Lazy
i dont drink to think,i get mine which is fourty four and give it a little more.the desk
is littered with my joking remains,all for one,who has,disdain,the plain
jane,and,no,joke,i drink coke,and shovel snow.theres no blow that i know of that
provides this,i could ask eminem or nikki sixx,whats that stuff yall do that makes
you sick?its their trick and my pony,tender roni.balogna.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2006
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