Travel down my hood, and we shall see what tunes we play while you boom those tracks referred to by child's play. My example is just a calculated sample, and energized anthem of generations to come, and those who have long passed; only the ones I call family can know the songs I speak of. Continued the chain smoking from a lighter's spark, while parking my car in the proverbial garage; yes this is a lousy metaphor for sexual encounters, though I am sure the louts will use it!
Haha!
Stressed Out!
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Isn't that from something? The part about the garage. It sounds familiar for some reason. Very naughty Mr. Hollaway.
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