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[QUOTE="Dr.Finklestein:776164"] racket ball agents with banana peel eyes put them in the bathroom with a bunch of gay guys. walking around with dog shit under your feet swiftly placing whoppi cushions under every seat. snappin your fingers to a super lame tune. I'm about to smack your face real soon. sandals with socks make me puke. I imagine my self with a stiff mustache.. I then call my self..... The Duke. Do you know the real definition of dikes? ..A female wrestler, sweaty, what out now...yikes. oh my god I popped a boner...not as in the meat or a booyee in the lake but as in a opps..and boner..a big mistake. drop kicks, ball taps and a swift cunt punt. caressing yourself, rubbing one out on the mysterious Helen Hunt. Word word turds the word. walking around sporting poops from a bird. Wacky Bruce with some fancy-free flowing gangle balls rubbing up naked on breezey tree papered walls. coconuts and airplanes are in the sky for a reason. damn thems fine assed jelly ladies were made for pleasin' packin on the extra roll's and honey buns..just right for squeezin' hearing a "dammmmmn" whistle every were you walk. always passing on a dime..intelligence flow like captain spaulk. sure he's cool and cling-ons are like homo's.. Bikini babes with neon signs..lip-lickin' straight up promo's. Always have to stop,drop and roll..its not easy being this hot.. indented with coolness..like a waffle..fluffy like potato in the tot. Earmuffs and knitted scarfs....fer-sure, like what if.. Highrollin' all the time...Stayin real, your a true stiff biff... sourcing out the sources..flappin those lips.. Long silky side burns.. in fabulous turtle neck. holler to your comrades, your dudes.."What the Heck??" With out a word, all in a flash they begin to fight you upon the deck. Blinded with a pillow case you fill a quick hit.. Gas was passed, oh man, so was a little shit. "That was hard for cry'n out loud” blurted out in a haze. The stain on your shorts creates a long laughter, known as a “Poop stain daze” Being cool is like a game.. got to keep winning.. gotta take the hard punch. At this time to myself I think, I got a quick hunch. Poop your pants just once..it wont be the same... known as “The shit stain”...haha what a lame. Fancy wearing wigs, bright beach bags..the way you once were. Walking on water..punching mad holes in the wall. Standing on the Nancy boy..makin' yourself mighty tall... But fo'real son..those damn titties..like the she African's..they sag.. I wouldn't ever use you as a face clothe...when I clean my ass you'd make a sweet bum rag.. I wish a was a little bit tallah, I wish I was a Ballah..I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her.. I wish I had a mallet....and a bat.. I'd tenderize you and quote you lines from she's all that.. Glasses make me classy. I'm always tenacious and sassy An end to a happy beginnings sounds a lot like... my name is Cuban Pete, I'm the king of the Rumba beat. [/QUOTE]
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