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A Dictionary of the English Language in my freakin butthole
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The Life of Samuel Johnson in my freakin butthole he didnt like living in there!!!
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Jun 15, 2022 17:41
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Great Expectations in my freakin butthole
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Jun 15, 2022 17:42
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Two gentlemen of verona in my freakin butthole
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Jun 15, 2022 17:43
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Are you being served in my freakin butthole
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Jun 15, 2022 17:44
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keeping up appearances in my freakin butthole, featuring hyacinth Buttquet
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Jun 15, 2022 17:44
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much ado about nothing in my butthole
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Jun 15, 2022 17:45
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the expanse in my freakin butthole |
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Jun 15, 2022 17:49
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Fifty Shades of my freakin butthole |
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Jun 15, 2022 18:13
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I understand. You found paradise in America, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. And you didn't need a friend like me. But uh, now you come to me and you say - 'Don Corleone, give me justice.' But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money in my freakin butthole.
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Jun 15, 2022 19:07
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The thousand injuries in my freakin butthole I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.
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Jun 15, 2022 19:27
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three men in my freakin butthole (to say nothing of the dog)
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Jun 15, 2022 19:29
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jesus wept. guess where
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Jun 15, 2022 19:38
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Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon my freakin butthole. |
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Jun 15, 2022 19:39
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Areola Grande posted:jesus wept. guess where where
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Jun 15, 2022 19:52
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in my freakin butthole 
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Jun 15, 2022 20:20
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Washington Dulles Inmyfreakingbutt Holeport |
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Jun 15, 2022 20:53
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honey, I've shrunk my freakin butthole |
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Jun 15, 2022 21:00
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I have had it with these motherfreakin snakes in my motherfreakin butthole!! |
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Jun 15, 2022 21:03
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FutonForensic posted:I have had it with these motherfreakin snakes in my motherfreakin butthole!! |
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Jun 15, 2022 22:18
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THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK T.S. Eliot S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question ... Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair — (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin — (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ... I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— If one, settling a pillow by her head Should say: “That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown in my freaking butthole. |
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Jun 15, 2022 23:04
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no soap, radio in my freakin butthole |
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Jun 15, 2022 23:05
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girls just wanna have fun in my freakin butthole
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Jun 15, 2022 23:20
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kate bush - running in my freakin butthole
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Jun 15, 2022 23:36
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In my freakin butthole The light, the heat (In my freakin butthole) I am complete (In my freakin butthole) I see the doorway (In my freakin butthole) To a thousand churches (In my freakin butthole) The resolution (In my freakin butthole) Of all the fruitless searches (In my freakin butthole) Oh, I see the light and the heat (In my freakin butthole) Oh, I wanna be that complete I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in my freakin butthole |
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Jun 16, 2022 01:47
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Like a butthole, touched for the very first time |
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Jun 16, 2022 01:53
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my butthole, my freakin' butthole, burning bright, in the forests of the night; what immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry? in what distant deeps or skies. burnt the fire of thine brown eyes? on what seat dare he aspire? what the hand, dare seize the fire? and what shoulder, & what art, could twist the sinews of thy heart? and when thy heart began to beat. what dread hole? & what dread cheek? what the hammer? what the chain, in what furnace was thy brain? what the anvil? what dread gap. dare its deadly terrors clap? when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears: did he smile his work to see? did he who made the lamb make thee? my butthole, my freakin' butthole, burning bright, in the forests of the night; what immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Jun 16, 2022 01:55
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The in my freakin butthole surfers |
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Jun 16, 2022 03:21
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sephiRoth IRA posted:Like a butthole, touched for the very first time |
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Jun 16, 2022 03:58
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They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his in my freakin butthole. |
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Jun 16, 2022 04:51
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get outta my dreams, get into my freakin butthole
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Jun 16, 2022 05:10
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Chainsaw gutsfuck in my freakin butthole TFWO in my freakin butthole Dancing with tears in my eyes in my freakin butthole Don’t fear (my freakin butthole) Freakin at the freakers butthole Negroni summer in my freakin butthole last caress in my freakin butthole Laura Palmer’s theme in my freakin butthole
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Jun 16, 2022 09:38
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harvest moon in my freakin butthole (I will still cry at this version as well. It’s just a sweet, tender song. in my freakin butthole)
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Jun 16, 2022 09:39
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Istanbul (not Constantinbutthole) Head like a butthole
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Jun 16, 2022 09:41
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long cool woman (in my freakin butthole) here comes the freakin buttholes hot on the heels of my freakin butthole buttage daydream oh buttholes up yours! thank you (falettinme freek my hole agin) ever fall in love (with someone in your freakin butthole)
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Jun 16, 2022 09:55
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teen witch posted:Istanbul (not Constantinbutthole) |
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Jun 18, 2022 00:58
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O happy butthole! This is my butt; there freak, and let me die. |
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Jun 18, 2022 01:01
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home alone 2: lost in my freakin butthole.
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Jun 18, 2022 13:52
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VANISHER
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so long, and thanks for all the fish in my freakin butthole
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Jun 18, 2022 17:25
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i can feel it coming in my freaking butthole tonight, oh lord |
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Jun 18, 2022 17:41
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