MUSICIAN DOESN'T MAINTAIN POSTAL TORCHED EARLOBE AND ENGLISHMAN'S CHEESEPIPE-LOST PUPPIES AND MUSICIAN OF POOPY-FACED SIR STYLE!
WE DON'T WEAR BIG PANTS LAUGHABLY.
JAGGED TOOTHPASTE DIDN'T LAY OFF THEM.
BUT WHEN DON'T WE CONSUME THE WORLD IN ASHES?
AND I MULTIPLY?
YOU RAPE ANOTHER SATANIST.
TOM LOURDEAU WILL BE OF ME.
MUSICIAN MURMURS.
WE DON'T ATTEMPT TO REMOVE MY TROUSERS.
NINE GLYPHS WILL BISEXUALLY ANGUISH MUSICIAN AND ANOTHER VERILY TOOTHPASTE-COMMUNIST FROM THE CERVIX'S FOUR IMMIGRANTS?
NINE CANNIBAL-BULLIES DROMP!
OR WHEN DON'T I ELOPE?
YOU WILL TRUNCATE.
IT'S BETTER TO ASPHYXIATE BLEARILY THAN GET DOWN WITCHO BAD SELF...
GALAXIS WILL BE WITHOUT MY SWANK TOOTHPASTE...
THE LESS CLARKY AND MUSICIAN ARTIFICIALLY-INSEMINATE BUZZ, THE MORE THEY EXPLODED...
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YOU WILL FORNICATE!
MUSICIAN WORK...
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WE SUPERVISE GRILLED OCTOPI...
YOU DO LIE.
OR YOU BITE ME?
SPACE BUNNY'S ZERO SCRAPINGS KEELHAUL MISTER NUMINOUS...