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His Hooded Brow, over Eyes that See Only Food and Sex (homo) rakes sharply back into a grotesque conical appendage covered with a wiry steel wool covering His Short Stubby Equine Legs perfect for galloping the savanna or weaving and dodging with a woman's purse in his arm pit. He leans Forward at the Hip, his arms dangling from the shoulder. He is the Long Lost Brotha of
I neva sed I wuz the Immortal Bard Of Avon
AWL Your Superior From The Core Of His DNA
When He Isn't Stealing The Words Of Others
NOW ! We Git Ta Witness The Majesty Of
YUUUUP !!! Buttcha Gotta use up the two Replies to shove hiz sorryass under the bar
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