All Leather
Moist Around the Edges
The weak were wet and everyone wore wet sweat pants.They all laid lower than the belly of a cockroach.In came a limping dude named Jesus, all lop-earedlosing his lunch. You know him, the dirt eater from the dirt farm. He cleaned the dishes with his long thin stream of piss.Everyone looked, as if they could not help it and the dogs ate their dinner, his left over lunch.WOW! Oh, who cares?They want fur to fly and the sky to remain blue.The dogs eat dinner, some left over lunch.Everyone looks as if they can not really help it.Then they hear sounds of wailing children, Letras de cancionescall it lunchmeat. Then they pass out whileCockroaches smoke and drink the pissNow I know people will believe anything.Eat the meat and go get pregnant.Pregnant!Some dude rides in on a beat brownish donkey whilebone marinates where he pays to park it.Bone marinates where they wash the dishes.and the donkey likes to take a leak.He thinks its cool while they all drink up,filled by his long thin stream of piss.Now you know people will believe anything,and he rides off on the damn donkeyas the dogs ask the dude, "So what's this knob do?"
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