| Xanga's gay, I'm going to bed. Bitches and hoes. Bonk. Boooooooweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Flubber. Marklar. Flaghmshism. Autau. Poopie. Ding-dong.
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| There's no real way To tell you how I feel I shot the postman And I know it's not real
I gave up on The life I used to have I was a victim But now I'm glad I'm
Done with all the misery Done with the insanity A good shave and a nice tie Fuck man there's no way I'll get by |
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| I miss her. I miss her like the sun misses the flower. |
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| It's amazing how quickly we humans can hate something just as soon as we begin to like it. |
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