brown, flip, brown, flip, brown, flip stabby in the back yet?
Hippy house in sigh-T and a fitty hack down Sparks n Such
Dear Mr. Laurier, what that tot be scott the Off the mosq.
hitched up my pants and tied on me boots, guv, to hoofy
Hello! Hello! No thanks! Hello!
barbarella... DIAMOND!
B52 Spreadsheet x2 monkey man
Brown split 5 x2x2 (At 80 a cup all tastes like Lemonaid)
Your Highness.
In with hot tot Ginger Girl smile fine
(not That OLD one you seen)
20 per tune (B)
100 handy (A)
You wanna rice, Joe? You go! $300
Nah, no scud missles here. Mr Laurier I beg your pardon?
pencil rubbing A - P'tow Stan Lee eats a mouse.
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Meet Dief at Half off a 6 so nup nop popay
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Stay flay, HULL! HULL! and not the Rob Roy
