A dead body in a bed, AND you're hung over!
"Fuck you!" You splutter, before, as this fine gentleman promised, 600 rounds are emptied upon your body.
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Now kids, swearing gets you nowhere, think of a better option, like..shoot the mother-fucker up the backside for example, with an assualt-rifle, or a pump-action shotgun, or just hide underneath your bed if you're unarmed.
[Old Spice]
Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me, but if he stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like he's me. Look down, back up, where are you? You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand, back at me. I have it, it's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I'm on a horse.
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Now kids, swearing gets you nowhere, think of a better option, like..shoot the mother-fucker up the backside for example, with an assualt-rifle, or a pump-action shotgun, or just hide underneath your bed if you're unarmed.
[Old Spice]
Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me, but if he stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like he's me. Look down, back up, where are you? You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand, back at me. I have it, it's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I'm on a horse.
