What the Friggin
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What The Friggin
Happened here mate.
I thought we had a date
Now you're late
Where's the bait?
I've burnt the steak.
You're a flippin'
flagellate.
Get off your tailgate
and get over here
and gestate.
You friggin'
degenerate
cheapskate.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2023
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