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It all started when this fucking guy asked me for the time. I said no but he was like:
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| You want pussy, I got pussy! | |
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| Sounds like a plan. I'm on a budget. | |
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Then shit got a little complicated...
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| So, the sick twisted fuck likes baby pigions, huh? | |
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| Yeah, we pulled him out of a dumpster with the body of some dead bird. You know what he told me? He said the live ones are out of his price range...Sick motherfucking BIRD-FUCKER SHIT STAIN QUEERBAIT! | |
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Now I'm in prison, you know what happed next.
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| I'm gonna make you my SUGAR BITCH!!! Turn around princess, let me tap THAT SWEET ASS !!! | |
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