Then I kicked my mailbox around my yard.
And one day my school even closed...by accident.
I have a unique gift of being able to trill my vowels.
iF u TiPe lYkE dIS, kIlL uRsElF
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"Supermarket serves frozen tard"
"Boyz roll on target"
"Gift begging remains vulgar"
"Dining on sasquatch"
"Leaking like a cheap whore"
"Fetus aborted"
"Vergil was a vergin"
"Grout tastes good"
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