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We'll be Louvers and shade (Pimple) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

I you dont love me I will crie If you shant love me I'll eated your brie an say "Who cut thy cheiz" Unstill you smile Sweit chile'd Oh me sweit chile'd You shile love me I'm a swearing and teddy beering Hug me Let me unfurl rug thee? A redcarpet for live And sox I ment six Fulck Forgit it You know i gotz rubards. Let me sweat checks. Lorde, your so appalling to me I can barely contaiminaint myshelf. Lorde your hot A scorcher. iffin I may say Okay? Love, love, sweit chile'd Is wat I behaiving for you in my soil. Sory I, unaturaly ment sole. You givest me a pole. Thatsinwhy I am flinging your flaggit hi. Shit............. I ment flagee. You wansta know why Sweaty pie? Puree louve Puree sweat louve bangbe. You know I gotz my rubards So late me in sweat cheeks. We'll be louvers.

god'swife 31-Jul-03/5:45 PM
Ahhhhh, The Don Perignon of Pimplery. Majestic mis-spells and Royal Ruminations on the Theme of Lovey-dovey. They should have a special 10 for this perhaps with orange wing-ends and a crown. Can some one in administration manage that?




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