A baby combing it's hair with a potato peeler, a beer doesn't get ...

march under, you know I’d really love to fuck your brains out
but it appears, you know the old story: who is Shakespeare
who isn’t Shakespeare, you may not feel a drop of rain but you
may walk on water, you shouldn’t judge a man by the hair on
his butt hand twister, you stand in the clean cold water and
you catch your own dinner, you’d stick your finger up your
nose and pull out all the boogers, you’re so completely what
you are you know you know what you are, your architectural
dreams will materialize later, your booty has turned brother
against brother in a great war, your low frequency woofer’s on
a high frequency tweeter, your shoes are so old when you step
on gum you know the flavor;
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