I'm getting the hell out of here. Let the peasants rejoice.
I'm getting the hell out of here. Let the peasants rejoice.
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Oh, and good night, Shybert.![]()
Meh, fuck it, I'll upload some tomorrow instead. I'm gonna hit the road. Or chode. Hopefully, not mine. 'Night!
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.