switch the venue due to it reaking of your recent misuse.
excuses sneak through lip grooves in squeaks. You bitch, you.
Nickel finished to a whistling streak- just to nick you.
strips of tissue ripped from limbs to gristle, ribs and dick too.
Some shit outta horror... kinda like Exis's Mrs. to
be honest. No commas in his miniscule agenda. No gifts to garner.
He's my dish's garnish. His dishes garbage, each quip is a miss and tard-ish.
Barely a trophy kill, due to the fact that i just dynamite-clipped a swordfish.
His mangles stuffed on my mantle forces my every chuckle at his poor handle.
The more he dances in stanza, the more he fumbles the candle.
The decorated Lord judges the vandal. DEATH BY BEHEADING!
Watch as the swine becomes a limp sack, deterring the only loving handful.
Exis is wack, disturbed and a grand lul.
I apologize.
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Ahem.
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