Im keeping my grandmother the hell away from you
Woo the pic by the way makes feel as warm as toast
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Fri 27 Feb 2004, 14:56,
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Woo the pic by the way makes feel as warm as toast
Well my poetry does suck, and i like shouting, and low slung gun holsters
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Fri 27 Feb 2004, 14:57,
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I always loved that
'Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop! I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!'
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Fri 27 Feb 2004, 15:00,
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As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop! I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!'
Oh the underlying vogonity of the poet is so aparent it really throws his gruff and mean exterior into light
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Fri 27 Feb 2004, 15:02,
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