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Untuck the buffalo, bill
jenakajoffer

i don't think you got your sea-legs yet, mac.
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your greenhorn sloshed
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all over my shrimp-clipper.
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i don't even think you wore
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undies; last i checked
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you carped on my leg
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wearing nothing but gumboots.
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i know you ain't well travelled;
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all these years nursing a tiger-striped
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rootbeer float,
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too scared to sail that banana-buggy.
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well don't fret, peanut,
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we'll meet at the watering hole
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and pirate-fuck that silverback–
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i got some big skin
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under this mutton gown
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but our sail will proove sheepish
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if your junk goes all
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waltzing matilda on my ass.
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so hurry the fuck up
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you fruit-bat sonofabitch,
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i never had the chance to liken myself
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to your face
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and i squatted over the equator
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and shat out australia just to show you
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how love is.
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1 Dec 11

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he feels so loved
 — DeformedLion

Hey Bill, where are you?

The Mrs is calling!

Move your ass Mac, we've a show to run here!


Bill, Bill, Billleeee...where the f*&^ are you?
 — unknown

you don't know me that well, but then again......
 — unknown

heh, i just realized there's no violence.

:)
 — jenakajoffer

Yay! I did mention the banana buggy before!

I love this pork. I sure do.
 — jenakajoffer

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