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Young Dead Flesh

Member since 2006 · Posted 14 Oct 2006 · 1 comment

I bought it, you bought it, we all bought it! Why'd we buy it? I don't know, but we did buy it, thats all I know is, we bought it. What we buy I hear you cry, well what they sold, if all be told. What was that, well that be that. THAT? Yes that, that, that, that polish there! ANGLO-AMERICAN. The finest thickest gloop of doop to ever bring shine n glare. ANGLO-AMERICAN PATENT TURD POLISH. Why'd we buy it, what we bought, well to think we bought that? Again with THAT! You can't polish a turd.

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[6] Edna Sweetlove 18-Oct-06/1:05 PM Reply
Quite amusing
But confusing