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Here's a poll for ya.
I woke up this morning with two things in my head. The first was a complete plot of a short story. The second was this poll, exactly as I've written it. I sat up and wrote down the poll, certain that I'd remember the story instead of the tripe of this poll.
So now it's 11:13 PM, I have a poll and no story.
Good job, me!
ENJOY!
[Poll #1221310]
So now it's 11:13 PM, I have a poll and no story.
Good job, me!
ENJOY!
[Poll #1221310]
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Eating an orange
While making love
Makes for bizarre enj-
oyment thereof.
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and I quote
Strode into our lives
And he said that we were living in clam dip
You were right - we were living in clam dip.
So you decided to take out the dogs
And to see where we went with our mind flow
You let the clams chew up all that we had
It was bad
You were letting our love go
One in mind and two in bed
And we're three in your head
But you're the only one in mine
One in soul, two in love
Three is biology, see we were meant to be
In a jaccuzi, watching a fuzzy TV
We were stuck with this chatter of clam dip
Is living in clamour really such a high price to pay?
Oh please stay, let's make love in this clam dip
That's right, I love you
One more time!
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Oranges poranges, who says,
oranges poranges, who says,
oranges poranges, who says?
there ain't no rhyme for oranges!