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
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
My friend, actually, was singing these lyrics - and until about five minutes ago, she had convinced me that these were the right lyrics.
"Twenty five years old, my mother got a breasted soul."
"What does that mean?"
"Come closer, Evelyn, it means that she got breast implants!"
6/3/2002 2:58 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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