Merci beaucoup pour le good advice, Sir. Now get the fuck out of my face, bitch, or I'll spit on you. Shhh. BAM. You oughta have him renewed,ину mecun." Merci beaucoup, chassez les Pinguins. Get the fuck outta my face proportionally before I kill you, fuckin' creep. Look at these fucking lovebirds! Oh anyway Romeo Valentino, man, delicious paint, man, and that fuckin' facking shit. Dick sucker Jacket, it wasligen' sugar copy for a deja vu on papermania

Next, we have Sixpence and Other Rich are singing Mandatory Suicide by Slayer, please. And they cover it in a tent and a desert for the rest of their lives. Or in Guantanamo Bay with a skinny puppy for a diggit with shovels banging on their fucking testicles and on their heads and diggit, diggit, dogs are not, diggit, diggit Two Dark Park, uh-oh, skinny puppy, vegan, dog drives Skinny puppies don't even be happy about this shit.