by Unknown
Apr 2010 296 Views 2 comments
laundry matt
Hes hot
he funny
his ears look like abunny
his eyes are brown
his butthole too
but only since i soved my shoe
up his butt for lying and crying
with the abortion damn near dying
i called his name
i played his game
with hookers he had his fame
he murdered lot lizards and burried them
with their bodies I carried them
to the dirt with no shirt
sometimes I still hurt
he funny
his ears look like abunny
his eyes are brown
his butthole too
but only since i soved my shoe
up his butt for lying and crying
with the abortion damn near dying
i called his name
i played his game
with hookers he had his fame
he murdered lot lizards and burried them
with their bodies I carried them
to the dirt with no shirt
sometimes I still hurt
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Posted: Apr 2010
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