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The Drink up yon devil juices and swish with the might of thy story.

Swell upon gases, pop yon buttons loose, and let rip a hot honkin spray with these words.

The story must be told.

The story must be told. The story must be told.

Blessed Trinsky once said,

Find me a dog in heaven and I shall fetch the eight from hell.

Damn one toddler and six babes shall burn. Yes, ain't nothing so

roomy as hell or any other place the Lord forgets and the story doth fill. Churches, the shallow eddies of the great lakes.

Fill up your own hell on this psalm told honest and with but a hiccup of Vam for seasoning.

Hmm?

Never trust a sailor, not with what a friend should have.

I told a secret into a sailor, and he spread it with a laugh.

To every brothel and each dame,

to the whole part knew my name.

You see, after a most gristly incident

with a tractor and beer,

my genital is more forsaken than any priests should hear.

Soon the whole town stole glances, stood much too close to take a leak,

until one day a committee met me with a warrant to take a peek.

But for the doctors and the dukes, to the delight of the unions and the crowd,

in abidance with the scriptures, I loosed my belt and dropped my trow.

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