(I do not own the "Random Faces And Noises I can make" clips.) After a long day of clubbing, I went down to the Wisconsin to find some pants. I needed them because my original pants were stolen by a gynochologist who was wearing a gold turd on his elbow. I never found them, but I did walk into a Hard Rock Cafe, where I met a Satanic doormouse. She asked me where my pants were and proceeded to bite off my sentence.
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I do not own the copyrights to this music.
time: 5:10
I do not own the copyrights to this music.
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A video of my dad staring at news helicopters (which, from afar, he thought were aliens) remixed into a dance track.
