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Originally posted by robustpuppy
Jesus Christ, those are the lyrics to the damned song!
Er, I mean, Wonk, oh, Wonk, those are the lyrics to the damned song!
R(but Wonk, where will I go, what will I do?)P
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I've had it. You tell me that you can't stand kissing me because my moustache tickles your nose, and then you start gollywogging with some long-haired, full beard hippy who lived with his mother until he was 30.
When, oh when, will you realize that Peter Pan was a fairy tale, Wendy?
T(sniff...)W
