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John Stamos Stayed Most Of The Night Last Night

from Well​.​.​.​It Can't Get Any Worse​.​.​.​Right? by HeartRot

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The sun powers sunflowers, for silly drunken hours, the sum of our hours is years, Oh my dear , oh the fear, brings us the fear, or so I fear

You call the Uhaul and I’ll dance you down the hall, if I recall it’s my turn to lead, what you need guaranteed to succeed, or secede

John Stamos stayed most, most of the night last night, This house is full Oh Danny Let Me In, and Kimmy Gibler would ya teach me how to sin, they won’t bother us again

I am a splinter, subzero winter, grand prize winner of a metric ton of shit
Master of bastards, shitfaced disaster, dried up plaster stuck under your nails

Indiscreet bites by the old streetlight, all under the sheets tonight, your favorite kite is caught up in the oaks, no jokin , did that soak-in,?, okie-doke, and holy smokes

So cut out the bad parts, suture up the broken hearts, the heart of the burgundy dog is lost in the fluff and the fog, oh the hair of the dog

This is the last time, the last line, our crime is so divine, the passion is a crime in itself. So dust off my old place on your bedroom shelf here’s to our health

I am a hangnail, a right-wing white male, the ingrown hair infected on your ass
Out of date yogurt, an itchy tee-shirt, I am Donald J. motherfuckin Trump

It’s not a given you’ll be forgiven; it’s time to give in and give up.
You are my moonshine my only moonshine intoxicating my whole life. You’ll never notice that your modus operandi was me.

Those dorky porky yorkies, got ahold of your keys, just give me one more kees I’ll hit the road; to find the mean, median and the mode, can ya crack the code?

Honeybees and sugar snap peas, sweet dreams are made of these, the sweetest dreams are in your company, Mon cheri, Cara mia, bon ami, confessedly

Bussing right to the busking site, Buzz Lightyear’s wrong alright, infinity and beyond aint in the skies; this guys, disguise is wool over our eyes…eyes on the prize

The very worst part, is that I’m a sweetheart, I wish that I was everything you wish I was….but
I am an asshole, suburban sinkhole, I am roadkill rotting in a landfill
I am a headache, I am heartache, I am a toothache too, too late.

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