WHOOPEE! SEE YA @ 60...
Its been real wonderful this final of the fifties, number 59. Started perfect. Then stumbled out of the blocks and shit road apples all over itself... Why do they say kick up your heels? I wonder...
Well, its getting close to ending now. And my nods and lapses look like a spring-necked bobble-head on a bumpy dirt road. Don't piss out the rumble seat without eyes and mouth closed...
Well, its getting close to ending now. And my nods and lapses look like a spring-necked bobble-head on a bumpy dirt road. Don't piss out the rumble seat without eyes and mouth closed...
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