That'll do...maybe?
My mom says my poop smells bad. I don't know how she smelled that...really.
Ask something. Not that! I'm 15 years old, you pedo.
Johnny and Marissa, sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
First comes love, then comes marriage,
then comes an abrupt, tragic miscarriage,
then comes blame, then comes despair.
Two hearts damaged beyond repair.
Johnny leaves Marissa, and takes the tree,
D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
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