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Dear Turdsworth,

Herein is one of those new-fangled "new wave romantic" RAP jobbies. From yours truly, esq.

(One moment while I find my burberry shirt and shiny white spats.)

*insert beatbox sound here* <-- Percy does it well.

I don't eat beets
(I don't eat meat)
I'll use your face to wipe my feet

Stamping on your flowers
Stamping all over your flowers

Give me an ASBO
Give me an ASBO
Give me an ASBO


Love and kisses,



Current Location:
turdsworth's crushed daffodil lawn
Current Mood:
victorious and delinquent
Current Music:
my own melodious RAP
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