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Cheshire6 I will get you more liquor, and ask you your take On the thought of a strip, popping out of a cake. This would depend, of course this you know, On exactly who's flesh it would be on show. |
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Stuch BSc Cheshire6 I will get you more liquor, and ask you your take On the thought of a strip, popping out of a cake. This would depend, of course this you know, On exactly who's flesh it would be on show. Well I don't usually do this, as you may guess But I will do it, for your birthday no less. |
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Holy crap, The time draws near
I must go now to grab a beer. |
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Cheshire6 Well I don't usually do this, as you may guess But I will do it, for your birthday no less. I don't think even you have enough beer For this endeavour to not seem so queer. |
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wasabichan Skittish Nature-Boy Bibi's taking a shot at this stuff again While having a conversation with his twin. There's two of you? How confusing to be the mother of not just one but two Bibi! Yes indeed, there is someone who counters me. He's Asian, from Colorado, and his name is Vivi. whee |
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Stuch BSc Remember aswell as this night encroaches, The closer and closer my birthday approaches. If we weren't scattered all over this sphere we'd be standing outside your flat with a cheer! |
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Stuch BSc Cheshire6 Well I don't usually do this, as you may guess But I will do it, for your birthday no less. I don't think even you have enough beer For this endeavour to not seem so queer. Now see here Beer or not, this is not queer. |
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Stuch BSc Cheshire6 Well I don't usually do this, as you may guess But I will do it, for your birthday no less. I don't think even you have enough beer For this endeavour to not seem so queer. He can always brew more, but that doesn't matter - bromance goes well with blueberry batter. |
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it rhymes
with time or not |
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manpixie it rhymes with time or not I wish it wasn't so late in my country - I want to stay here with you and your poetry! |
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wasabichan manpixie it rhymes with time or not I wish it wasn't so late in my country - I want to stay here with you and your poetry! Time is subjective Where I live Plus, money bags Look nice beneath the eyes |
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wasabichan manpixie it rhymes with time or not I wish it wasn't so late in my country - I want to stay here with you and your poetry! There is no excuse to retreat, When we still got gays to beat. |
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wasabichan Demented smile and fuzzy ears, Cheshire's at home brewing beers. When Stuch was just a kilted laddie - did he know he'd meet his Addie? Captain my captain your lovely behind is only surpassed by your glorious mind. Elusive, mysterious, a catholic mother? No one knows Noora but everyone luvs'er. Don't ever go clubbing with Repellant unless you don't mind getting seal brains on your dress. I'll add more when I'm less braindead. In the meantime I strongly encourage you all to write a couplet about someone. What, nothing for me? Wasabi, how could you exclude me? Fine, I'll do one, myself. Oh dear Kitten, dear Gunsmith who sings, of her Angel, with black wings. just the first woman who came to mind, so don't kill me, Gunsmith) |
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black_wing_angel wasabichan Demented smile and fuzzy ears, Cheshire's at home brewing beers. When Stuch was just a kilted laddie - did he know he'd meet his Addie? Captain my captain your lovely behind is only surpassed by your glorious mind. Elusive, mysterious, a catholic mother? No one knows Noora but everyone luvs'er. Don't ever go clubbing with Repellant unless you don't mind getting seal brains on your dress. I'll add more when I'm less braindead. In the meantime I strongly encourage you all to write a couplet about someone. What, nothing for me? Wasabi, how could you exclude me? Fine, I'll do one, myself. Oh dear Kitten, dear Gunsmith who sings, of her Angel, with black wings. just the first woman who came to mind, so don't kill me, Gunsmith) Too late, shes already lock and loaded. Well... right after she stop feeling bloated. |
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Regretful it is to make entrance too late
Wasabi almighty has sealed up the gate Cute little verses of Whiskey and snow Are bound to remind me that now I must go |
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