you got nuthin on me,
lifts the collar, wiggles the hips.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit
and you ain't no friend of mine.
You're just a jealous bitch cause I didnt let you into my super double secret society, i'll shove that collar up your ass.
I will now post about your double secret society,
thus bringing down the Walls of Jehrico, and making your world a less bright place to live in, prepare yourself Gonzo,
remember "I blame Ken for all my problems"
ahem,
there exists a secret society devoted to.....
well that is all I will say.
Details.. I need details. Spit it out. Cmon. Hurry up with it.
Tell me the details. It burns that I know not of these things.
the first rule about :high five: is you don't talk about :high five:
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spitting is one thing, when it starts burning take your ass down to the clinic.
This has something to do with elvis, or maybe a real hound dog.
where's the litte one that he made last night?