Funk a delightful grandeur of a man sir, with an elegant cane and the smock that'd rock you for sure;
I'm deaf to the omission of my name by exibition of my stains the only thing left on this earth when I'm swimming with the fish. 6 volts of electro funk coursing through my brains and boy I'm sunk into a fantastic whimsical satyr with unpurpetuated bliss and the problem with a ceiling is there's never really a miss. Somethings always gonna hit it eventually If not you when the midgets stand tall then you know that we're through.
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