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Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:52:51 +0100

She Eats Their Balls On Golden Toothpicks:

We lost the 'fing intrams. Epic phail. It's worse than my weekly epic phailures.

I know this sounds so wrong. I never liked balls, honestly. Neither do I like sports that involve balls. I never grew up with a ball.

So I don't sing or dance well either. Some people are just lucky enough to have voices like BMW's. Some people are just lucky enough to have 'Hypnotizing Dance Moves Version 10' installed in their system. I have a voice from the junk shop. I can't even open my mouth.. I only have version 3 of those dance moves. Or maybe version 1. Pft.

I Cracked A Family Tree And
Chopped Off All Of The Branches
(BUT FAILED):

And that's why I'm a wimp.
Oh wait. I take that back. It's hereditary. It must be my dad's DNA.
But whatever. There might be other things I'm good at, and apparently, no one knows.
Including me.

Here I Am Composing A Burlesque:

Anyway.
This was supposed to be our cheer.
But sadly so many irrational people misunderstood it and called it inappropriate.

My Moves Are Cold (Cold and Black, That Is)

Shave your ass. Take it easy, yeah. Don't need no lines.
Cause we humped him a lot, and we'll never stop, yeah.

CHORUS:
Hey Hey Hey, we know. You swell a lot, and we back it up. You know.
Hey Hey, Hey, we know. You've got us all wrong. Got us wrong.

We're the kind of hoes that you ain't ever seen before.
If you want to hit the court, are you ready for more?
We're the kind of thing that it ain't easy to forget.
Oh, we're gonna make you fret.
Are you ready? Are you ready for more?
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The next thing you know. We may just have got a purse.
He tries to push us down, he knows it'll always work. Yeah.
We'd need to explain it.

[CHORUS]

Yeah, we know what you're gonna say. Or did you think we don't know how to play?

We know you must think that we've got something to prove. But no, we really only want to do this act with you.

H-h-hump us now. H-h-ump us, h-h-hump us now. We'll hump you, we'll hump you back. H-h-hump us now. H-h-ump us, h-h-hump us now. We'll hump you, we'll hump you back. H-u-u-u-ump.

We're the kind of hoes that you ain't ever seen before.
If you want to hit the court, are you ready for more?
We're the kind of thing that it ain't easy to forget.
Oh, we're gonna make you fret.
Are you ready? Are you ready for more?

F-f-f-f----f----f-----f----. H-h-h-hump-hump-hump. F-f-f--- us, f-f--- us now. H-hump, h-hump.

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Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:50:15 +0100

So, I got bored. I made something. It's made out of my fart and my computer. Play that thing down there. This could be my ringtone, don't you think?

I got a feeling that this post is wasted. Like, the first one. Oh well.

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Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:50:44 +0100

hey. this will be my blog. maybe. when i feel like writing.. or posting/whatever. but it took me 10 years to set this up. fffff. i was supposed to blog about my weird dream last night, but this setting up this comment thing made me forget about it. literally. i forgot what happened in my dream.

bloggy

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