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Ode to a grecian Gunt
Must I remind you
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t Fuzzy was he?
I vote for Harry Gunt.
Monty McFly
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CRY BAN PUBES NOT FLAN
One wheeled egos Upset and crying Where IS the mommy? This man presents challenges I don’t like what he’s saying
UNCLE MONTY’s HAIR IS GRAYING!
Instanly like oatmeal forum Queen deems ban irrepantsless of efforts by daring daring dan
YUBAN.
Mysteriously like Liquid Plumber The ban itself becomes banned Can’t hold the question Queen: are you a cutter? or a runner?
YES! YES! ALMOND BUTTER!
Childhood memories repressed The sand in your pants itches the robes may have made you undressed Yet it is I who am flicking your switches. SANDWICHES!
Now Stand I say! Off to group! Make the wallets! The Lanyards! The Moccasins! Work and time may belay the hating, berating, complaining.
THE MOON IS WAXING, NOT WANING!
So ban away don’t listen. “Why can’t people be like me?” That man stirs the hive. “you poopy-doody. not like me” One wheeled wonders seek external validation “But I’m cool. My mom said so” Would that My words cause reflection
“I’M MAKING a LINUX BASED UNICYCLE OUT of MY OWN PUBIC HAIR”.
Doper
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Yank
I went to Kiss Kiss to get a shiny potty… I met Lisa who was not too shoddy.
She said she remembers those Unicycle Bastards.. they made her laugh, they were the “Masters”.
some were large and some were wiggly. some needed anal bleach, some were giggly.
Hair grows fast, hair grows thick… she knows there is hair around your dicks !!
Onehole terror
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There once was a man from Portland
THAT BASTARD THAT BASTARD RIDIN’ ALL OVER TOWN
HIS GREAT MIGHTY COCK KNOCKIN’ FOLKS DOWN
THE GIRLIES THEY GASP THE PRUDIES THEY FROWN
OH WHAT DEAR SIR HAS BECOME OF OUR TOWN
Kimchi
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Tim
Some would call me . . . T i m ? ? ?
Kimchi