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Come on, Dusty, I know that in your car, when you're alone alone, you sing, "Oh, Mandy..." and you know all the words.
And you owe me for all the life I lost arguing with that bunch of wingers over at Sensible Mom. God, why do I let myself get roped into shit like that?
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There must be no God.
I've heard some snippets of songs on the CD. It's worse than you think.
This doesn't prove there's no God. It only proves that there is a Satan.
Proof that God actually does exist can be found on your TV remote. It is called the mute button.
Come on, Dusty, I know that in your car, when you're alone alone, you sing, "Oh, Mandy..."
and you know all the words.
And you owe me for all the life I lost arguing with that bunch of wingers over at Sensible Mom. God, why do I let myself get roped into shit like that?
Of course, I blame you completely.
LOL
I know. I feel just terrible.
But you won't be in pain long. Now that you know my secret, I have to kill you.
Would you really expect less from the man who writes the songs that make the whole world sing? ;)
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