never was
disney his drug of choice, not frappachinos
his little black box has sugary secrets
no one knows, but he is paralyzed by the thought of flash cards
nice guy, nice pants
guys with hearts of swine always get the girl
but never the good headphones
like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...
i'd like to see the force do this
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