Birfday, bucko.
September 1st. Remember that now. And now, I will sing a song.
Chocolate dreams
They're probably cool
I'm attacking your face
My tool is dog drool
You don't know why?
It's cause you're a fool
So now I'll go back
To my chocolate dreams
What... the... heck?
Chocolate dreams
They're probably cool
I'm attacking your face
My tool is dog drool
You don't know why?
It's cause you're a fool
So now I'll go back
To my chocolate dreams
What... the... heck?
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