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OSBOURNE
A sabbath ask if it's too much for you. Piss off the son of a bitch. Church of what? You pessada you reckon you know me? It's late now. What a pretty circunstances you apppaling cow. You near my chat it’s too real. Your grave rider begged me to show him the way to the south. He’s joking Lorna. Your son he rose so be merry. You’d know if you put it there in Buckinghamshire. You need to compensate what’s happening. Who is the wise ass this morning? The thing you tell me., as if you've seen the sun go down. Hell you're next to die with the sun going down. You right it's clear who is your enemy.
5/12/03