Now they're open.
And I dedicate this poem to her,
And while I write it, envision her shoving down a massive cow (that I made) because that is what she is doing... fatass.
The night was a bore,
But then my friend (who's a whore)
Said let's make steak
So I don't hesitate
And then I heated it up because i had already made it last night
Then the night was no longer a bore
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