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You're Dirty
02:05
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take a shower, you cafe fuck. you're loud, obnoxious, and you really fucking suck. always smoking, you're so punk. your upper class revolution is a piece of junk. you're such a rebel. it's really sad. you're gonna grow up to be like your mom and dad.
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you always said that email isn't punk. well, i think you're a jerk and you really fucking suck. information doesn't suck, but you sure do. i think that you are ugly and a nasty person too. PPP for me is the place to be. i await the day to find you hiding out on IRC. and Ben doesn't have an email address. i think you're an asshole. i'm gonna hit you on the head with a big pole.
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CoffeeBoy
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I'm Sorry I'm a Meathead
03:18
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i’m sorry i’m such a jaded, cynical asshole. i’m sorry i have to be vegan police all the time. i’m sorry that i listen to the oldies station. i’m sorry that being elite means i’m too cool for you. i’m sorry i’m a meathead. it’s all the stupid things i do.
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