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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.
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Posted: July 31, 2003 4:24 PM PDT; Last modified: July 31, 2003 5:04 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.58396 Overall Rank: 623 Comments:
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INTRANSIT @ 205.188.208.102
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31-Jul-03/5:29 PM
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sit down. you're gonna pull something.
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154
> INTRANSIT
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31-Jul-03/5:31 PM
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Too late, i believe I just pulled a fast one.
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?
"rubards?" That's the onliest word I couldn't translate. Nice mix of Bible pronouns and teenage misspellings. I was crying by the time I got to "sweaty pie".
Exactly, I fused rubbers with Rhubarb to feed of the pie trick. Can you forgive me?
"Your" so sexy with your rubards. Makes me want to taste your sweat strawberry rubards.
You better tell me what "rubards" are! The suspense is killing me. I keep thinking rhubarb, but I guess I am just hungry. Your poetry is as sweet as rhubarb.
Attention:
Britney (Pimple) by Ataryu I have not felt her angelic touch Which has to be so grace Nor the warmth of her lips Or her sweat embrace Didn't you copyright this sweat thing?
No, but once I copyrighted a highly contagious disease by rhyming it with pepsi. (hep c)
truuuuuuu
hillybilly 947 view(s)
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