Jars of Lars

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While you were out sexing I was a chef soaking One hundred tissues with sweat and moisturizer In my head burned a picture Of my face with your privates I read your diary it said: I've been a good son All it takes is a good job To take you out to dinner, but I traded the Volvo for pot
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