Current Mood: erh?
Current Music: faintly heard Problem child--AC/DC

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Nobody loves me
I get no replies
people take pliers
and tear out my eyes
And when I feel lonely
well it's no surprise
that rabid fat weasels
eat off my thighs

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oooohhhhhhhhh--potato potato potato,
potato potato potato
potato potato potato
when you're plural Dan Quayle can't spell you
(to the tune of the Mexican hat dance music thing)

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