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Thursday, July 24, 2008

DONT SAY ANYTHING

whatever direction you choose
make sure its chosen

you fuckin slobs

this is precious oxygen
to not fool with

we can ship the slob klondikes to mars
in fifty years

dont accept peril
long john silvers

ho
Posted by mere musketeer at 11:39 PM

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