Oh, no; here's another one:
Rocky (Raccoon) had come
Equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
Honestly, I can't believe my parents let me listen to this stuff!
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1 comment:
So when you question your daughter's taste in music and she says, "Don't worry, Mom, I don't listen to the words, I just like the beat," you'll believe her, right?
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