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The Thrapper (Free verse) by You are a fat fucker When you break wind it warms your gusset;
When I break wind it warms your face.
When you break wind it smells appalling;
When I break wind it just smells ace.
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Posted: November 5, 2003 7:36 AM PST; Last modified: January 28, 2004 1:07 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7141 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.116.54
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5-Nov-03/1:19 PM
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Swit.
Shades of dark angel
An interesting concepton the notion of breaking wind.
It is all a philosophy.
Flasheart: Ever felt the wind in your hair, Blackadder?
Blackadder: No... (phrrrt) Flasheart: He just has, WOOF WOOF! 236 view(s)
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