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          • November 23, 2009 9:15 am
            back to the cat weighing… Happy Monday! you bored savage bitches I hope you fall asleep on the bathroom floor at the office and fourteen hundred clowns march outta yer mouth for an afternoon coup perhaps we’re all trojan horses full of some half assed occupying force an occupying force that likes boobies and donuts a force, that has nothing to do with Star Wars, other than buying its memorabilia a force that poops regret and mutters algebraic equations a force that longs for a little action, but not too much. a force-less force mom & dad got divorced and all yer heroes all left for Vegas so good luck and relax Jesus promises that the grass will always be 15% greener

            back to the cat weighing…

            Happy Monday! you bored savage bitches

            I hope you fall asleep on the bathroom floor at the office

            and fourteen hundred clowns march outta yer mouth for an afternoon coup

            perhaps we’re all trojan horses

            full of some half assed occupying force

            an occupying force that likes boobies and donuts

            a force, that has nothing to do with Star Wars, other than buying its memorabilia

            a force that poops regret and mutters algebraic equations

            a force that longs for a little action, but not too much.

            a force-less force

            mom & dad got divorced and all yer heroes all left for Vegas

            so good luck and relax

            Jesus promises that the grass will always be 15% greener

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