Why's it always gotta be like that? Huh? why.... give someone a stick and they gotta beat you down with it. Some help that pimp-ass little cherub is, isn't he. Beating the livin' loin cloth off uh me. Bitch needs to pick up that harp and play me a tune before I stands up. And the lil fat man better keep waddling on down the road or I'll teach his ass how to fly. Cupid shoots an arrow and the all the chicks are whack-a-doodles. Crazy lot...all of ya!
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or perhaps its your own perception that is askew....perhaps YOU'RE the whack-a-doodle.
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