For all things Tooks, and some things, er, relating to other people. As well as to other things. You get the picture.

01 July 2005

an unnamed minstrel composed this ode, and left it as a message on a cell phone. the nameless will remain so to protect the redonkulous.

ken-low-cell, i will freak your body
all niiiight loooong
ken-low-cell, i will get so nasty
you will call me mister dirty
you will love my shlong
ohhhh, kenlow shlong
i have waited so long
to get freaky
to get dirty
to get nasty with your body
ohhh
kenlowcell
please touch my weenie
and slap me in the face
ohhhh
ohhhh


r. kelly, look out.

get freaky with me, with me,
TR

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