A cunt walks into a bar and says 'why have I written the same song for the past 30 years?'*checks filename* Ahh, I see what you've done, there.
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An Eagle in Your Mind,
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barman answers in high-pitched screech about mothers today and shit on telly...everyone dies... the end
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Fri 10 Aug 2007, 9:24,
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*checks also*he's not is he?
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Griffin Saver Something, something, 2006, something.,
Fri 10 Aug 2007, 9:24,
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