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| Questioning some of the crunchy bits found in my fish taco. |
So the conversation veered to soundtracks of one's life. Mine gotta be "Rumors" by Fleetwood Mac. Revisited a couple a five videos from emotional reunion of the Mac back in '97.
If looks could kill...
Stevie: "Fuck you Linsdsey."
Lindsey: "Back atcha Stevie."
What's the soundtrack of your life?
Oh, the wrath of time...... Now Stevie and her ex ole men be ole.....
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Some are fat ‘n some are cold
but all my ex ole men be ole.
Some are bald ‘n some have soul
but all my ex ole men be ole.
Some have lied an’ cheated wit hos
but all my ex ole men be ole.
Some have boobs flappin down to they toes
but all my ex ole men be ole.
Some cain’t control they urinary flows
but all my ex ole men be ole.
Some got crunchy junk between they toes
but all my ex ole men be ole.
Some are bums ‘n some are trolls
but all my ex ole men be ole.
One I wed is gay I'm tole
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Got no blue pill? got no pole
but all me ex ole men be ole.