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Hecarim The pony grim Unfortunately the poor pony can't swim Run like a train You will feel the pain As I rush down to hit your jugular vein Charging full speed You will accede I truly am a...
So, you're talking about junk and antiques? Yeah. It's like when you come from a large family every time somebody dies you get a little bit of their stuff. Like it's divided...
Okay, here I am in Daytona still, and I am asking this woman right here, "What's your muck?" and you said you knew already what it was. Well, my muck is too much stuff in my...