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Fester's a pie.
Boy let me tell you what:
I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
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Fester's a pie.
Meaning, he's fat. Very fat. Or overweight. I'm not very PC.
Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly
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Zach wrote:Fester's a pie.
Meaning, he's fat. Very fat. Or overweight. I'm not very PC.
And if you were, you wouldn't say PC because saying PC isn't PC!
Why did the vector cross the road?
It wanted to be normal.
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True, how very PC of you. I know, how about everyone be PC for the rest of their lives??
No? Ok, then you narrow minded hoodie wearing hooligans!!
Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly
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No, I meant he was a pie. A chicken and mushroom one.
Boy let me tell you what:
I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
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I had a chicken and mushroom pie for lunch. It was good!!
Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly
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And I had salmon and chips for breakfast! With lots of vinegar!
School is practice for the future. Practice makes perfect. But - nobody's perfect, so why practice?
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I had nothing for lunch. I was sleeping.
Boy let me tell you what:
I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
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I bet you had just woken when you posted that
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Yes. I had.
Boy let me tell you what:
I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
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