The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
When I was growing up, my mother was into show tunes as well as classic rock. There was always music playing in my house, and I often sang along with it. One day, I asked my mother why someone would bring a clown around to rain on someone's parade, and she nearly burst a lung laughing.
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2/28/2008 10:26 am
Age it happened
7
Better than original?
No
Convinced others you were right?
No
Was partying involved?
No
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