There once was a man from Parnassus Whose girlfriend had skin like molasses He fired up his still It went boom, it was kill He said sugar we just saved our asses
There once was a man from Parnassus
Whose girlfriend had skin like molasses
He fired up his still
It went boom, it was kill
He said sugar we just saved our asses
Aw! Thanks man
Aw! Thanks man
Who gives a flying. Fuck? Smedley will be back soon. Enough. With more poems.
Who gives a flying.
Fuck? Smedley will be back soon.
Enough. With more poems.
Poets, in particular, are often required to spend their Thanksgiving in penitent meditation and reflection as they undergo inpatient rehabilitation
Ok, you got me laughing.
> Poets, in particular, are often required to spend their Thanksgiving in penitent meditation and reflection as they undergo inpatient rehabilitation
Ok, you got me laughing.
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