Sunday, October 24, 2010

New Year's Eve. Get Blown

Nothing beats getting blown in my car on New Years Eve. Make her swallow.

You're going to love what you see around the city.
You're going to hate me even more.
I'll see you in court babe.

Oh about those sheet stains. All me, unless you had other dudes in there that made love stains as well.

Blow up kid. Blow-pop kid. Kidz Bop. Freeze Pop.

See you in Hell.

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