the supporter of womens' [sic] rights has long been absent, leaving a cavity in the ether like the one between dragovail's legs (suck it, you Level 16 skin flautist). but to assuage the inevitable pangs of want (& wont), let me furnish you thus:
the object of all mortals' desire, jan terri rocks the mic, not dissimilar to the way the camera operator has elected to provide a fucking backdrop of the chicago yacht club, replete with sewage pipe befouling the inner harbour.
say what you will, but terri sets the bar for musical hooks, rendering all other acts impotent. TSoWR defies all you pud-pullers to abstain from whistling this while you work. it cannot be done.
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I can't understand your word, but this has already been posted back in 2009.
Welcome back numb skull.
that's interesting. maybe if you FETID CUNTS has invited me to be part of this shitheap prior to 2010, we wouldn't be in the embarrassing situation of a double scoop.
I like Jan Terri. This post made me look at all her other great songs.
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Hey, TSOWR why don't you post a link to yesterday's newspaper as well?
Doosh!! - YOU GOT BLAWGGGED!!!
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