ha! i could not resist drawing on the theme, creating a tip tip tap to go with the tap tap tip tippity tappity tippity tappy now we got a song going, so sing, nah nah nah, aint nothing perfect in the world angels fall from the sky wings scorched acid rain we'll all be living under the sea soon enough drowned by glow-ball warming to melt the ice caps of too cold republican glaciers pointing at as liking moscow missles but for now, we'll laugh at our president's antics he's soooooo funny and curiously like curious george...what'd ya think of that, watson? well, frankly...shut up watson you're an underprivileded dyslexic youth no one cares what you think, or what any one else thinks for that matter. right-o says watson.Birth sign: Cancer
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