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your revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not happen between these thighs the real revolution ain't about booty size the Versaces you buys or the Lexus you drives and though we've lost Biggie Smalls your Notorious revolution will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush your revolution will not be you killing me softly with Fugees your revolution ain't gon' knock me up without no ring and produce little future MCs because that revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a Jeep with LL hard as hell ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well ya know, doin' it & doin' it & doin' it well your revolution will not be you smackin' it up, flippin' it, or rubbin' it down nor will it take you downtown or humpin' around because that revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not have me singin' ain't no * like the one I got your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip drip VD shot your revolution will not involve me feeling your nature rise or helping you fantasize because that revolution will not happen between these thighs and no, my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel boombastic and really fantastic have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic you will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe or having Akinyele's dream a six-foot blowjob machine you wanna subjugate your queen; think I'ma put it in my mouth just 'cause you made a few bucks please brotha please! your revolution will not be me tossing my weave making believe I'm some caviar-eating, ghetto mafia clown or me givin' up my behind just so I can get signed or maybe have somebody else write my rhymes? I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go if we could drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego we'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common Sense, on a Quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense...but your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status to express what you feel; your revolution will not happen between these thighs will not happen between these thighs will not be you shaking and me faking between these thighs because the revolution, that's right, I say the real revolution, you know the real revolution, when it finally comes, it's gon' be real

Perhaps some champagne? Veuve Cliquot?

At least the dog knows that leashes are aid.

Mary Woodbridge and her daschund Daisy are going to Everest....

If your absinthe does not glow Try some Beaujolais Nouveau

Everytime I have been to the Marsupials there has been a 5-party lineup and a couple dogs waiting for Thin Air and Round River.

a little lube will help with your chaffing.

Oh I dunno about that, from the evidence your dad gave you meat more than once

Speak not of revolution until you are ready to eat rats to survive

or a narrow path traversed only by mule trains.

larry curly or moe?

what about your mom's house... oh wait, no buying

TraderNodder's Organic Free Range Smoke. sure is.

Isn't kinda slow better than too fast?

and a doe

You are definitely not out of your element.

They might have just been getting a latte.

It's a 10d with a flared butt crack boulder prob of a start if I remember my Kiwi guidebook right.

can you make it sunny again by saturday? i want a good melt-freeze crust for sunday.

it's 4:20 on Newfie time!

w00t!

Or maybe I found it in a library? Anyway, I'm sure it was abandoned and so, legally, finders keepers and all that.

Send PM for shirtless pics.

Ya, they believe in NOTHING!