These days I never venture out to the club,
I'm trying to soar high like a John Woo dove,
Putting myself out there, lusting for love.
Those botox lips look kinda mutty,
So many females acting totally slutty,
Packing more fat than an oversized bacon butty.
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- Published: May 20th, 2025 01:57
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The meat market is open 24/7 and although some call it heaven I'd say it is full of flies. A fun read that packs a powerful punch.
Haha, great analogy, thank you!
Good write Mr Woo - who is he? lol.
You don't know John Woo? Haha.
I thought it said Dr Who - so we know his first name now. lol.
I really don't want to think about this - except to say that both you and Soren have nutshelled botox lips.....aaaah!
Hahah nooo!
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