**** don’t work like it used to. My anal warts hurt like hell and my Medicaid don’t cover the medicine to fix them. Body parts keep fallin’ off and I ain’t got the money to replace them.
When I was young, we didn’t have all this fancy stuff like mattresses and eye glasses. We slept on rocks and if you couldn’t see a grizzly bear sneakin’ up on you in the middle of the night, too bad! Damn science says I need a brain transplant. **** that! My brain’s goin’ on 80 years old and it’s done just fine.
You little ****ers need to keep your music down. Hip this and hop that. You ought to be ashamed! In my day, we had one song: “Magic Lilies on the Hillside.” Oh, it was a lovely song: Something about lilies and a hillside. When I sung that song to the ladies, I became their Sugardaddy. Damn straight! You bed-wetter’s ought to take a lesson and learn that song.
I’m pissed off. I got explosive diarrhea. Damn food they got now-a-days got so much pesticides that it gives me colon-blow fever. Shut up! We used ta grow our food in good soil. Any varmints tried to mess with the crop, we’d give ‘em a half-pound of buckshot. Didn’t need no damned bug spray; 12-gauge barrel spray worked just fine. Kiss off!!
When I was young, we didn’t have all this fancy stuff like mattresses and eye glasses. We slept on rocks and if you couldn’t see a grizzly bear sneakin’ up on you in the middle of the night, too bad! Damn science says I need a brain transplant. **** that! My brain’s goin’ on 80 years old and it’s done just fine.
You little ****ers need to keep your music down. Hip this and hop that. You ought to be ashamed! In my day, we had one song: “Magic Lilies on the Hillside.” Oh, it was a lovely song: Something about lilies and a hillside. When I sung that song to the ladies, I became their Sugardaddy. Damn straight! You bed-wetter’s ought to take a lesson and learn that song.
I’m pissed off. I got explosive diarrhea. Damn food they got now-a-days got so much pesticides that it gives me colon-blow fever. Shut up! We used ta grow our food in good soil. Any varmints tried to mess with the crop, we’d give ‘em a half-pound of buckshot. Didn’t need no damned bug spray; 12-gauge barrel spray worked just fine. Kiss off!!
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