Showing posts with label Get pitted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Get pitted. Show all posts
Drugs + rap + football = this:
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at some point, i'm sure nigel's father had one of these. put some racks on it and rack up some blow. let's surf malibu.
the cranberries- free to decide (which harley to buy)
at some point, i'm sure nigel's father had one of these. put some racks on it and rack up some blow. let's surf malibu.the cranberries- free to decide (which harley to buy)
we have our own salinger. he lives in australia now.the kinks-sunnt afternoon (could not find the other song about oz)
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Eat my unwashed testicles, internet; I'm back.
On behalf of my part of The Gnarshire, I would like to maintain that the new and improved Nigel S. Peppercock will bring 69% less surf-related updates, and 420% more awesome-related updates. When torrential downpours plague your shire, what else is there to do?
