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Take Biz Markie's mouth and put it in a blender. Stir. Add 200 pounds of butter. Go lick a goat. Now, which tastes better? |
CD: Installment #3 Signals from the Bottomles Pit
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A small space traveling boy steps into a futuristic brothel and enters his password only to find that his mother no longer works there. She now plays piano for folks much older than her half a quadrant down. That's sad. |
CD: Installment #3 Signals from...
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Real Evil Guy. |
CD: Inst. #3....
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