Would anyone like some verbal harassment?
My frustration grows like crabgrass, in fenway park...unwanted and unchecked.
My delerium spreads like crabs on the ass of an iranian whore...gleefully and in wreckless abandon.
The dark cloud shakes my hand and says, "You again", and thus we dance...
May I abuse you? Wilt thou abuseth me?
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