GunClick Rick Posted January 12, 2011 Posted January 12, 2011 He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him... Like his mother used to do.
Deja Vous Posted January 13, 2011 Posted January 13, 2011 He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard... Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him... Like his mother used to do. lol.. how sweet.. lol.. Gun clicks you hang out on tough neighborhoods, huh? lol... That is funny.
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