Please sir, these lemons, they're demons
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Please sir, these cocks, theyβre revolting
Please sir, the waters, theyβre muddy
sasha dysphoria
Leela π³οΈβππ³οΈββ§οΈ
Please sir, these men, they have no hats
geist
Please sir, my house, itβs crowded
Please sir, my trees, they are screaming
Liam Nee
geist
Please sir, my ladies, they are barenaked
[Sic] Burns
Please, sir.
My boy has fallen out.
Kate β’ Prideπ©·MonthπEditionπ
please sir, my bizkit
it is limp
K Spesh
No one really limps their bizkit anymore or chemicals their romance.
