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open invite: no cover, no minimum.
there's gonna be a freakers' ball. :rockon:
tonight. at the freakers hall. (a.k.a. the recovery room) and, you know, you're invited one and all. |
Define 'tonight'. :p
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Can I bring mudslides?
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:nana: Oh boy ... nobody's suppose to cover up! :nana:
That is what you said, isn't it? :confused: Oh well, let's party! |
c'mon babies… grease your lips…
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So by grease you mean lubricant, and by lips you mean Puswah, right? :boink:
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put on your hats, and swing your hips.
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Don't forget to bring your whips ;)
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woo whooo, I'm there!
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:D woot
we're goin to the freakers' ball blow your whistle…bang your gong |
We're playing "The Gong Show" now too? :confused:
/me begins to practice spinning plates on his penis while mumbling "I'm gonna win this time!" |
Roll up something to take along
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it feel so good, it MUST be wrong!
freakin' at the freakers' ball. ;) |
Where all the fags and the dykes, they're boogyin' together
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I'm so there...
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The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather...
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the greatest of the sadists and the masochists, too,
screamin' please hit me! an' i'll hit you! |
F.B.I. dancin' with the junkies...
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*quietly interjects*
(this is my kind of party, I'll not be dancing quite yet;) ) |
we're jus' getting our freak on in your honor, lil. just chill and i'll be right back with a few cabana boys :brows:
all the straights swingin with the funkies. across the floor and up the wall. :eek: :D we're freakin at the freaker's ball. |
Everybody is lovin' each other --
Brother with sister - son with mother... |
Smear my body up with butter
Take me to the freakers ball |
So pass that roach please and pour the wine --
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