I'm gonna pass out goats to homeless hippies I hope they give the goats weed Maybe the goats will puke up gold coins Maybe the hippies will go to subway and stick their heads in the microwave Will you buy me a box of brazilian toad guts please? thank you, bob.
Reason for writing:
Icecubes inspired me.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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