| Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. |
| Lucky strikes
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| Suede shoes. |
| Polyester slacks cramped posture
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| Staleman, frail hands. |
| Shake caffeine palsy. |
| Lame
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| Veteran korea grips breasts. |
| Wife’s breasts. |
| Gorge
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| Bruised nipples. |
| Welted glazed thighs. |
| Half-gallon
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| Bourbon. |
| Slit my intentions. |
| Boil
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| Octopus lentils, leeks, lamb cabbage, spinach, squash
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| Pie, prunes, and eggplant, curdled goat’s blood milk
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| Head cheese, rye roast. |
| Peel shrimp fetus cold aborted
|
| Daughter. |
| Mormon. |
| Right wing. |
| House wives swallow
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| Dennis' love zanex. |
| Wet sleep dead man. |
| Slit my
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| Aspirations. |
| Boil
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| Me be itsy silly fluffy boy. |
| Golly folly. |
| Skippy
|
| Trippie pixie slippy toy. |
| Lolly polly. |
| Shoot me
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| Rat squeal secrets. |
| Desade roleplay. |
| Whipped skin
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| Hot back. |
| Sidhartha cancer. |
| Tock murders the lorax
|
| Shower head. |
| Crammed fist. |
| Launch crying children
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| Sprint deceptive off chin. |
| Priss grin. |
| Wipe cream crust
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| On the red white blue. |
| L. B.J. kiss me. |
| Slit my
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| Occupation. |
| Boil
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| Clear filthy water. |
| Dung campus housing. |
| Slumlord
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| Rule. |
| Raise my rent. |
| Pure cutesy water. |
| Strappy vein
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| Bulging tight lamp cord. |
| God of love. |
| Don’t travel to
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| Belfast, Ian. |
| Arms poked bony skin. |
| Plum badge of
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| Honor
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| War hero. |
| Suck. |
| Stick. |
| Right. |
| Pregnant womb K’zoo
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| Mud scene pie easy stroking farce. |
| I’m not loyal
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| «Step down Mr. and Mrs. Politically Correct. |
| It’s so
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| Easy to be „punk“ and „aware“ living at home. |
| You
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| Can’t change shit, you’re too self-righteous; |
| you’re the
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| Bigots you flount to loathe.»
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| Cappuccino, Darvans with vodka. |
| Pente'. |
| Zig Zag
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| Courvoisier. |
| Nitrous. |
| Karaoke. |
| Cornbread Patrick
|
| Albert Hoffman dreams a wind chime. |
| Buck shot
|
| Limbau swill rot champagne. |
| Swill granola holy. |
| Meth
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| Sneeze blood hurl. |
| Slit my education. |
| Boil light
|
| Shoot me boy. |
| Love’s a prescription love feast
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| Let’s go sailing Mr. Hurley |