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splck lied to
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get her quim.
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Earlier, he'd tried
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juggling several chainsaws
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but failed. He
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lost an arm
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and his genitalia.
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Who needs those
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tiny balls anyways.
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So says Saddam.
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Meanwhile back at
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flyman's festering shitpile
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of a home,
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flyman decided to
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start drinking at
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10am thus conferming
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his raging alcoholism
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and necrophiliac tendences.
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yet he still
(poor Flyman....everyone's picking on you!) |
wished for a
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long, hard, nasty
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wrench to screw
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because he was
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sick of all
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the looks he
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received from his
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old friend splck
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back at threehouse
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there were monkeys
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on flyman's bed.
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Man that shit
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was the worst
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looking pigsty, after
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the clowns had
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their 'subtle' way
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with my cat.
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And then they
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spread flyman's legs
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gargled what was
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once his piss
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