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all the way around the world, a kilo is a measure What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: XX What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: XIX For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry One minute closer to the hour of your doom turn and face the strange a liar loves to lie sail away, sail away, sail away Till your daddy takes the T-bird away What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: X... Tuesday, October 31, 2006
whoever got the kilos got the candy, man:
I got red tops (twizzlers), orange tops (Reese's peanut butter cups), yellow tops (butterfingers)... I'm ready for you kids. Holler.
--Spencer Ackerman
That's nothing compared to the riches within my now complete George Allen pinata. Come take a swing with a replica of the now famous Dodgers bat. |