upon becoming a rich and famous poet after I buy the moms a quiet place will be to buy Rob a ragtop Impala. For rolling on them summer nights.
Going to bed now.
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Bless you, Shafer. I don't what makes me happier; your kind words, this song, or the fact that you're stealing links from "So Many Shrimp"*
*That name for those that don't know is a reference to a classic braggadocious Houston Hip Hop lyric, UGK's "we eat so many shrimp, we got iodine poisining."**
**per our recent conversation: footnotes rule.
You know... Big Boi has a couple of classic Impalas. I read about it in celebrity auto. Maybe he would give you one...
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