gangbang your twenty five cents with 2 dimes and a nickel to drink from the tin of their ambrosia. slap the thighs of 2 fives and shove in what will be the shit of tomorrow.
Reason for writing:
work/sleep, eat/shit, drink, piss... all this gives one the blues.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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