Papa Johns
days and nights of loosen over,whens my four leaf clover gonna come over?
when?i get to spin to dont i?crem de la crem is beyonce knowles and all those
schols,so who cares?in the air is where i gery,the berry b,humble me with a
jumbletron,its phonic and unbubonic,get over it,the bubonic plague doesnt exist
and lest the kiss is missed.so much for chris.merry christmas,to-wit.
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