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anonymous3 Jun 2003

fucking smartass college boys don't you come to town no more we whip you on beer run we not leg b4 wicket you know i done shot you up good i tell you what. goddamned knowitall university folk you don't walk down main street we'll beat ya'll again when you buy ale we're not hokey morons you acknowledge I done pissed into your well try to irrigate now i tell you how.
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