Just Follow Me And Run Like Your

I'm Gonnna Break Your Faces!

Thats Called Hypocrisy, You Shuck Face Piece Of -!

It's Kind Of Hard To Ask A Dead Guy What He Did Wrong.

I Love The Sound Of It," Trina Whispers, As If Speaking Too Loudly Might Interrupt The Drumming Patter Of The Rain Outside. "it Makes Me Want To Sleep. Snuggle My Head Right Up In Your Armpit And Snore For Three Days." "my Armpit?" Mark Repeats. "good Thing We All Showered Up In The Storm This Morning. My Pits Smell Like Roses. Go Ahead And Get Comfy.

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