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Somewhere at a crappy Pop concert.
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| Oh my gosh! I can't believe that despite the fact I have no talent you have welcomed me as a pop star! | |
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| This damn bitch is spitting all over me.... why doesn't anybody have respect for the talking mic? Dammit I have started whole musical movements! I remember back in the 70's... | |
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| Hello ladies and gentlemen! I'm Barry Gibb of the Beegee's, not to be confused with David Gibb, I'm not nearly as well hung as him! But anyway I'd like to sing for you. **Low Pitched** LALALA!!! | |
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| Jesus man! You're voice is fucking horrible... hey I have an idea! Squeeze your balls so you can sing real high...Yeah that's the stuff! You're going big places kid! | |
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| Yeah those were the days...too bad Brittany Spears doesn't have balls to squeeze....that'd make things real interesting! | |
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| I wish I had testicles, that'd make things real interesting... | |
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