parcheesi like cheez-it dust, its halibut grouper crust, mackerel to lutefisk, the cracklings are ludicrous, gruyère to the pencil drip, now that's just an uter kit
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03:03
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rum raisin, the bun made it, i sunbathe it, we run lathe it, its baked in like rangey lambo seams, an alpaca and a pack mule packing in the back seat
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02:34
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i ate a fondant bow
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03:12
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does it taleggio, does it arpeggio, i got a petticoat, it's full of marigolds, they look like cannonballs, i just got ten of those, they look like nine of those
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02:20
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the archer's smock, carabiner for every canonball
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03:00
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in a big old subaru, wake up to omelettes, super foods, toblerone, box kangaroos, unbox boxing videos, tablets they're marble like funnel cake, tunnels make they're own bake-off just a pick a grain
