The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
Driving down the road with my fiance Lorna Murray. Deciding that I know her well enough to share my dulcet tones I start belting out the lyrics...
"Get your russian hands off".
If she had been driving we would have had an accident !
7/19/2006 12:06 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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