I must be in love with myself, says he? Who? Replies, "...with the Mandaluyong 311-loving personnel that is too friggin hard to find." Stars, stars everywhere, should've air-drummed my way in the jeep, should've kept my hold on my sister's coleman tight. Should've been brave enough to wear my sleeping boxers to school, oh honestly, is wasn't out of bad fashion but out of the Quill, my god, dreaming of oberdabakod love themes hasn't gone out of fashion, but has reached the maximum. Why does a deranged cousin and a wife separate the stars for heaven's sake. Should've stuck to the naked man and unintentionally bumped my way to the air-drumming jeep!
Spectacles of a boy-builder, why hasn't the earth swallowed you whole?
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