lay flew Pollen by bevels laugh Boogah, halls "Fetid, cut her
throat with a wire boogy woogy in the springtime don't even mention
anything but my shoe As a grain of sand is to a gizzard, I am your
father! Well, sort of like your uncle, rather, and kink it till it's
juice no longer flows It's time to see you you said so what her cold
gaze settled down
I bequeath a chunk of my heart muscle to you