YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Birdsong
Those chirpy cheeps, so bright and clear, Which greet the morning and the night:- The mating call: fuck me, my dear; The warning call: fuck off or fight.
this was fucking tremendous by the way.
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