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OK enough with the sadness,
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| I can still remember my first girlfriend. Her name was Bernice of Bethlehem. Strange, everytime we had pre-maritial sex, she would scream, "C'mon and beat me Daddy!" | |
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| Why would she say that Lord Jesus, does her daddy not love her? | |
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stay Groovy, stay free, NO drugs NO party.
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| I don't think so. Everytime I'm over at her place drinking Darat al Funun chocolate goat's milk, her dad, Larry of Bethlehem seemed pretty cool to me. | |
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| Lord Jesus? What is 'In the heat of the moment'? | |
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Ass shakin' the chandelier. Bonsiur mademoiselle.
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| Well, I shouldn't be tellin' you this. Since you're twelve years old now, I guess so. The heat of the moment is when you scream AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! take that in the face you dirty girl. | |
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| Now I know and knowing is ALWAYS, half the battle. Northside niggers we ya at? Booties at Drais. No questions just Musty Nasties. | |
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