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December
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- You're so beautiful, you could've been an air host...
- I get a kick out of you
- Well it's been building up inside of me for oh I d...
- That sin may just enslave us
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- New Year's MILF
- Who, who, who do you talk to?
- I'm aching, I'm shaking, I'm breaking like humans do
- Who loves the son? (Therapy for Dummies # 1)
- All alone in my white boy pain
- Supermassive black hole
- Can't deal, can't bear
- Le radeau de la histoire
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9 comments:
the word veri is somean. so mean. somean.
think about that whydon'tcha.
oh and happy holidays to one to all
waddabout the children?
That is the only treatment to give such a creepy song.
yet... people say they are moved by it each christmas...
i preferred your drawing from last year! thanks for our yummy dinner on xmas day!!
you too
As a child (ok, I still wonder about this) why we got sooooooo excited to celebrate a darling baby who was going to get nailed on a cross one day. It disturbed me then, it disturbs me now-it really doesn't make sense-but not many things do.
Also, the whole Easter in the first of year, being born at the last of the year seemed a little backwards. Perhaps I WAS born to be an accountant.
I think you were born to be a jockey.
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