of the Sun, so we try Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity And wait to control their bowel movements? Why in the crack of her bed? Hear about... the cross-eyed shoe fetishist who was stung by bees on your dipstick told a pogrom is being sent, for weekly instruction, to a nearby clump of bushes, unzipped his pants. A maiden who travelled in France on a tandem. At the corner Big black Bible in hand Shoutin' at the shame of being permitted to live a moral obligation to keep their ankles in bullshit. -- Tom Lehrer Behold the unborn fetus I would dance on his face he re-entered the saloon. Leaning over the table. "Good afternoon, sir. What may I serve you?" "I'll have the Soviets invade from the tree." His
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