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This is a song about love and the bathroom, dead monkies and norwegian bananas. Do not be afraid to flagellate yourself while listening. |
CD: eek no
Label: none
Credits: specials thanks to Baal on this one |
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words
are like the wind
that you pass
and they describe an olfactory
factory |
CD: none
Label: foom
Credits: all the poets who gave their foreskins |
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pretty self-explanatory, wouldn't you say? |
CD: nut
Label: noob
Credits: special thanks to durex |
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