- Mar 30, 2003
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You're prancing along. You get thirsty.
You spot a little brook.
You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water. BAM! A fvcking bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces.
Now, I ask you - would you give a fvck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?
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You spot a little brook.
You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water. BAM! A fvcking bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces.
Now, I ask you - would you give a fvck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?
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