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Memoirs of a Russian Lap Dancer |
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gofor42 Member
since 2000-01-23
Posts 143Arkansas |
The man thought he was sitting in the hot seat, But in reality just had a giant panda strapped to his ass; And the fuzzball was getting rather irate. I stretch, Gyrate, And move to the music; He stares straight ahead with glazed eyes. Loud, Undiscernable music blares through tired speakers, And a strobe light flickers like my vital signs. This automatic existence, The jerky choreography, A robot could do what I do with ease. But I'm flesh and blood, And when I grind, Gearts don't mesh. "If you can't annoy somebody, there's little point in writing." --Kingsley Amis |
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