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| Claire | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 7:21 PM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01  | Dirty Love by Frank Zappa Give me Your dirty love Like you might surrender To some dragon in your dreams Give me Your dirty love Like a pink donation To the dragon in your dreams I don't need your sweet devotion I don't want your cheap emotion Just whip me up some dragon lotion For your dirty love Give me Your dirty love Like some tacky little pamphlet In your daddy's bottom drawer Give me Your dirty love I don't believe you have ever seen That book before I don't need no consolation I don't want your reservation I only got one destination An' that's your dirty love Give me Your dirty love Just like your mama Make her fuzzy poodle do Give me Your dirty love The way your mama Make that nasty poodle chew I'll ignore your cheap aroma And your little-bo-peep diploma I'll just put you in a coma With some dirty love THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Snap it!) THE POODLE BITES! (Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT! (Snap it!)  Graduate from the 'tallica school of newbies I love you, Nana. "I seem to be experiencing tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle"-Arthur Dent. "Scrape 'em off, Claire"-Bill Murray, "Scrooged" | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 7:26 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Zappa was a friggin' sick genius!!! Three hunderd years ago Thought I might get some sleep Stretched myself out onna antique bed An' my spirit did a midnight creep You know I'll never sleep no more To me it seem that is just ain't wise Didja ever wake up in the mornin' With a ZOMBY WOOF behind your eyes I am the ZOMBY WOOF I'm the creature all the ladies been Talkin' about I am the ZOMBY WOOF They all seek for shelter when I come chargin' out Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby troof Here I'm is... Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF Reety-awrighty, he da ZOMBY WOOF The said aw-reety An' they was aw-righty An' I was a Zomby for you, little lady... I got a great big pointed fang Which is my Zomby Toof My right foot is bigger than my other one is Like a reg'lar Zomby Hoof If I raid your dormitorium Don't try to remain aloof... I might snatch you up screamin' through the window all nekkid An' do it to you on the roof, don't mess with the ZOMBY WOOF I am about as evil as a Boogie Man can be! Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF Tellin' you all the Zomby Troof Here I'm is, the ZOMBY WOOF  Sluggo667...Neighbor of the beast... This message was edited by Sluggo667 on 6-5-01 @ 7:30 PM | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 7:43 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Is there anything good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there? Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know-woh-oh-oh-oh Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know, really wanna know... Something Anything Something Anything Show me a sign If you don't mind Show me a sign If you don't mind Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Oh Andy ...  Your ballroom days are over, baby,Night is drawing near,Shadows of the evening grow across the year.You walk across the floor with a flower in your hand,Trying to tell me no one understands,Trading your house for a handful of dimes. Ziggyjr on 6/3 and Harey Carey on 6/4 | ||||
| Claire | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 8:19 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | Cosmik Debris by Frank Zappa - Lyrics The mystery man came over And he said "I'm outta sight!" He said for a nominal service charge I could reach nirvana tonight If I was ready, willing and able To pay him his regular fee He would drop all the rest of His pressing affairs and devote His attention to me But I said "Look here brother who you jiving with that cosmik debris? Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris? Look here brother, don't waste your time on me" The mystery man got nervous And he fidget around a bit He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe And he whipped out a shaving kit Now I thought it was a razor And a can of foaming goo But he told me right then when the top popped open There was nothin' his box won't do With the oil of Aphrodite, and the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said "You might not believe this, little fella But it'll cure your asthma too" And I said "Look here brother Who you jiving with that cosmik debris? Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway? Look here brother, don't waste your time on me" *(Don't waste your time)* "I've got troubles of my own", I said "And you can't help me out So, take your meditations and your preparations And ram it up your snout!" "But I got the crystal ball", he said And held it to the light So I snatched it, all away from him And I showed him how to do it right I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head So I looked like I was deep I said some mumbo-jumbo, then I told him he was going to sleep I robbed his rings and pocketwatch And everything else I found I had that sucker hypnotized He couldn't even make a sound I proceeded to tell him his future, then As long as he was hanging around I said "The price of meat has just gone up And your old lady has just gone down!" And I said "Look here brother-who you Jiving with that cosmik debris? Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher? So, don't waste your time on me" Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me *(Shante)* Graduate from the 'tallica school of newbies I love you, Nana. "I seem to be experiencing tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle"-Arthur Dent. "Scrape 'em off, Claire"-Bill Murray, "Scrooged" | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 9:15 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Lets keep this goin' She had that Camarillo brillo Flamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then...) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away Her ranchid poncho An' laid out naked by the door We did it till we were un-concho An' it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho...I mean Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm...no foolin' ...) Sluggo667...Neighbor of the beast... | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 9:35 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause some dandruff might be hiding there. Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think someday that you just might go somewhere. Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a disco boy, to treat you right. He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight. Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb. Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're playing with @!#%! while you're standing there. Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl who's really right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of chicken delight. Disco chit-chat so demure, pump that booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a disco wink, you never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. Duty. Go duty! Duty. Go duty! Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. You never duty. Go duty. Duty. You never duty. Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again. Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's leaving with your friend. Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow. Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll blot out your disco sorrow. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. Your ballroom days are over, baby,Night is drawing near,Shadows of the evening grow across the year.You walk across the floor with a flower in your hand,Trying to tell me no one understands,Trading your house for a handful of dimes. Ziggyjr on 6/3 and Harey Carey on 6/4 | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 9:46 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Dinah-Moe Humm I couldn't say where she's coming' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm She stroll on over, say look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum (Y'jes can't do it) She made a bet with her sister who's a little dumb She could prove it any time all men was scum I don't mind that she called me a bum, But I knew right away she was really gonna cum (So I got down to it) I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb But I still didn't hear no, Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Dinah-Moe Humm Where this Dinah-Moe Comin' from Done spent three hours An' I ain't got a crumb From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe From the I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it I got a spot that gets me hot But you ain't been to it 'Cause I can't get into it Unless I get out of it An' I gotta get out of it Before I get into it 'Cause I never get into it Unless I get out of it An' I gotta be out of it To get myself into it (She looked over at me with a glazed eye And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area And she said...) Just get me wasted An' you're half-way there 'Cause if my mind's tore up Then my body don't care I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin An' said my-my-my What sort of thing Might this lady get high upon? I checked out her sister Who was holdin' the bet An' wondered what kind of trip The young lady was on The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet But she could use a little ________ if I wasn't done yet I told her... Just because the sun Want a place in the sky No reason to assume I wouldn't give her a try So I pulled on her hair Got her legs in the air An' asked if she had any cooties on there (Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!) She was buns-up kneelin' BUNS UP! I was wheelin' an dealin' WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN OOOOH! She surrended to the feelin' SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED An' she started in to squealin' Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed With her lips just a-twitchin' an' her face gone red Some drool rollin' down From the edge of her chin While she spied the condition Her sister was in She quivered 'n quaked An' clutched at herself While her sister made a joke 'Bout her mental health 'Till Dinah-Moe finally Did give in But I told her All she really needed Was some discipline... Kiss my aura...Dora... M-M-M...it's real angora Would y'all like some more-a? Right here on the flora? An' how 'bout you, Fauna? Y'wanna? MMM...sound like y'might be chokin' on somethin' Did you say you want some more? Well, here's some more... MMM, sure...listen D'you think I could interest you In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers? MMM...tweezers! Here, lemme sterilize 'em... Gimme your lighter... I couldn't say where she's coming' from, But I just met a lady named She stroll on over, say look here, bum, I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum (Y'jes can't do it) I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb An' you know I heard some, Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Dinah-Moe Sluggo667...Neighbor of the beast... This message was edited by Sluggo667 on 6-5-01 @ 9:51 PM | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 10:02 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | I been run down Lord, I been lied to And I don't know why I let that mean woman make out a fool She took all my money Wrecked my new car Now she's with one of my good-time buddies, Drinkin' in some cross-town bar Sometimes I feel Sometimes I feel Like I been Tied to the whippin' post Tied to the whippin' post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin' My friends tell me That I been such a fool But I got to stand there an' take it All for loving you Drown myself in sorrow As I look at what you done Nothin' seems to change; That bad times stay the same, And I can't run Sometimes I feel Sometimes I feel Like I been Tied to the whippin' post Tied to the whippin' post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'  | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 10:09 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | I know he did that one...But did he write it???? Sluggo667...Neighbor of the beast... | ||||
| atomic punk | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 10:13 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | You know your mama And your daddy Saying I'm no good for you They call me dirty From the alley 'Till I don't know what to do I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawled past the garbage And your mama jumped out Screaming: "Don't come back no more" I can't take it My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to burn your dad I get real mean When it makes me mad Later I tried to call you Your mama told me you weren't there She told me don't bother to call again Unless I cut off all my hair I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawled past the garbage And your mama jumped out Screaming: "Don't come back no more!" Later I tried to call you Your mama told me you weren't there She told me don't bother to call again Unless I cut off all my hair I get so tired of sneakin' around Just to get to your back door I crawled past the garbage And your mama jumped out Screaming: "Don't come back no more!" My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to burn your dad I get real mean When it makes me mad | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 06-05-2001 @ 10:23 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | quote: Are we restricted now to posting only songs that were written by the same artist? :) | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 9:27 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | That's one of my favorites AP. Oh how I miss Frank. Remember Flo and Eddie? Here's one of their best.... Bwana Dik I've got the thing you need I am endowed beyound your wildest Clearasil-spattered fantasies, oh oh oh.. Girls from all over the world Love to write my name on the toilet walls At the Whisky a Go Go For I am Bwana Dik I am Bwana Dik Me Bwana Dik Me Bwana Dik My dick is a monster Give me your heart My dick is a Harley You kick it to start (Chorus line) When Bwana Dik speaks The heavens will part My dick is a dagger I'll force it to fit My dick is a reamer, Baby To scream up your slit Steam it! Ream it! Cream it!  "Was it a dream where you see yourself in, sort of, Sun God robes, on a pyramid, with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?" "No. " "Why am I the only person that has that dream?" | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 3:07 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | quote: I was just curious ;) Sluggo667...Neighbor of the beast... | ||||
| SpiritOfDirt | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 3:18 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | Three words........TITTIES AND BEER!!!!!!!! or was that someone else? anyway two great things. Hey sluggo nice sig. Clutch rules.  THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN ISOLATED I am a budding product of Spitfire421 This message was edited by SpiritOfDirt on 6-6-01 @ 3:21 PM | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 7:10 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Sorry,I can't let this fall any lower...:) I am gross and perverted I'm obsessed 'n deranged I have existed for years But very little had changed I am the tool of the Government And industry too For I am destined to rule And regulate you I may be vile and pernicious But you can't look away I make you think I'm delicious With the stuff that I say I am the best you can get Have you guessed me yet? I am the slime oozin' out From your TV set You will obey me while I lead you And eat the garbage that I feed you Until the day that we don't need you Don't got for help...no one will heed you Your mind is totally controlled It has been stuffed into my mold And you will do as you are told Until the rights to you are sold That's right, folks.. Don't touch that dial Well, I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin'room floor I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go Sluggo667...Neighbor of the beast... | ||||
| Claire | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 7:58 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | quote:Oh yes, we can....it's all Frank, so it's all good, baby. CREW SLUT Backstage at the local Armory, Mary, in her little white dress, is wiping the remnants of her performance off the side of her mouth as LARRY (the guy from the garage who quit the band in order to make an honest living) zips up the front of his stinking boiler suit and sings to the same teen-age girls who were stomping and clapping a little while ago, as they kneel with their little pink mouths open near the crew bus, hoping to save the price of admission by performing acts of Hooverism on the jolly lads who set up the P.A. System. Larry: Hey Hey Hey all you girls in these Industrial towns I know you're prob'ly gettin' tired Of all the local clowns They never give you no respect They never treat you nice So perhaps you oughta try A little friendly advice And be a CREW SLUT Hey, you'll love it Be a CREW SLUT It's a way of life Be a CREW SLUT See the world Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus CREW SLUT Add water makes its own sauce Be a CREW SLUT So you don't forget, call before midnite tonite The boys in the crew Are just waiting for you You never to get move around You never go nowhere I know yer prob'ly gettin' tired Of all the guys out there You always wondered what it's like To go from place to place So, darlin', take a little ride On the mixer's face Be a CREW SLUT Just follow the magic footprints Be a CREW SLUT Hey, you'll love it! Be a CREW SLUT It's a way of life I ain't gonna squash it And you don't need to wash it! CREW SLUT Hey, I'll buy you a pizza CREW SLUT Of course I'll introduce you to Warren The boys in the crew Are only waiting for you At this point, the road crew, as all road crews must from time to time, borrow some of the big rock group's equipment and have a blues jam session, indicating to the kneeling maidens that they are endowed with a great deal of raw talent, as well as massive meat. Obviously impressed with LARRY'S ability to suck so hard on his harmonica that screeching little noises come out of it, MARY kneels again and reaches upward in gestures of supplication, listening intently as LARRY continues to sing... Larry: Well you been to Alabama, girl, 'N' Georgia too 'N' all the boys in the crew Is bein' good to you I know yer sayin' to yourself 'This is the way to go' 'Cause when you need a little extra They will give you some mo' `Cause you're the CREW SLUT Mary: Eh, hah ha, I'm into leather... Larry: That's good! A lot of the boys in the crew Love leather... Mary: And rubber... Larry: Yeh, they like rubber too...shrink-tubing With a hair dryer... Road Crew Chorus: Trade your spot on the bench For a guy with a wrench And be a... Mary: Ha ha ha... Larry: You like that, huh? I told you you'd love it... It's a way of life! Road Crew Chorus: The guys in the crew Have got a present for you! Ren nah naaah Ren nah naaah Ren nah naaah Mary: A present for me? Road Crew Chorus: Ren nah naaah Ren nah naaah Ren nah naaah Larry: Hmmm, we got a present for you! Road Crew Chorus: Ren nah naaah Ren nah naaah Ren nah naaah Mary: Whaddya got? Road Crew Chorus: Ren nah naaah Mary: Whaddya gonna give me? Road Crew Chorus: Ren nah naaah Ren nah naaah Larry: It looks just like a Telefunken U-47 You'll love it... Mary: With Leather? Central Scrutinizer: Eh errr, eh eh...This is,eh, the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER again... And so Mary was enticed away from Joe By an evil barbarian with a wrench in his pocket Lured into a life of SLEAZERY With the entire road crew of some Famous Rock Group (I don't know whether it was really Toad-O or not ...I don't know... I'll check it out) Again we see MUSIC Causing BIG TROUBLE! Graduate from the 'tallica school of newbies I love you, Nana. "I seem to be experiencing tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle"-Arthur Dent. "Scrape 'em off, Claire"-Bill Murray, "Scrooged" | ||||
| atomic punk | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 9:47 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Good call Claire! I listened to Joe's Garage at work today. And in keeping with the low brow turn this thread has taken ;)... Why does it hurt when I pee? Why does it hurt when I pee? I don't want no doctor To stick no needle in me Why does it hurt when I pee? I got it from the toilet seat I got it from the toilet seat It jumped right up 'N grabbed my meat Got it from the toilet seat My balls feel like a pair of maracas My balls feel like a pair of maracas Oh God I probably got the Gon-o-ka-ka-khackus! My balls feel like a pair of maracas Ai-ee-ai-ee-ahhhh! Why does it Why does it Why does it Why does it hurt . . . when . . . I Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?  | ||||
| Claire | posted on 06-06-2001 @ 10:29 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | Thanks for tha props Atomic-but I of course mean no disrespect to our fallen King Z!! So, in respect to him, here is something a "bit more niiiice" = "MORE GOODER" Baby Snakes Late at night is when they come out Baby Snakes Sure you know what I'm talkin' about Pink 'n' wet They make the best kinda pet Baby Baby Snakes I looked around An' there's a couple right near me Baby Snakes Maybe I think they can probably hear me Pink 'n' wet I'll take all I can get Baby Baby Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-kes, Yeah They live in a ho-ho-a-ho-ho-hole (Tiny hole) That is usually empty (Usually empty; tiny too) They live by a co-co-a-co-a-co-co-a-code (Dit dit dit dit) That is usually SMPTE Which stands for Society of Motion Picture & Television Engineers But maybe I think That is what keeps them in sync They're wet 'n' they're pink I think I'll give 'em a, give 'em a, Give 'em a drink Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-akesss Graduate from the 'tallica school of newbies I love you, Nana. "I seem to be experiencing tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle"-Arthur Dent. "Scrape 'em off, Claire"-Bill Murray, "Scrooged" | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-07-2001 @ 8:47 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | How bout some good ole beefheart. He was great on this song. Willie The Pimp I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black Got a little lady ... walk the street Tellin' all the boy that she cain't be beat Twenny dollah bill ( I can set you straight ) Meet me onna corner boy'n don't be late Man in a suit with a bow-tie neck Wanna buy a grunt with a third party check Standin' onna porch of the Lido Hotel Floozies in the lobby love the way I sell: HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT RITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS HOT ZITZ HOT MEAT HOT RATS HOT CATS HOT ZITZ HOT ROOTS HOT SOOTS | ||||
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