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Post by twistedangel on Dec 4, 2015 8:30:22 GMT -5
Always hated canteen clatter Food in troughs For fatted piggies Baring boring Trend set tattoos
File out or roll out Tis quieter upon the sands Remenisant scenes Mass beached whales "THAR SHE BLOWS" Where's me f*cking harpoon
They call me Azrael
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Post by awesomebill on Dec 10, 2015 12:40:00 GMT -5
Well dere Missus Caramen San Diego, I will call you Azrael. Nice to meet you and all that. uh-huh. Now about that there poem right chere: I thinks that food be good for energy for climbing and whatnot, running out there to get you darling a dress or two, and dem tattoos makin' me feel good abouts myself now, and I don't want no trouble now, you hear? Anyways, I loved the poem, keep them comin'. Harrrrred to reeead them doe with that vixen Carmen San Diego eyeing my Johnson doe.
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