In the hardware store,
While buying chains and hacksaws:
"Do these cut through bone?"

The sky is pretty
And the blackest night is too.
Looks good, black and blue.

My girlfriend is bright
When I take the lampshade off,
Light bulb in her cunt.

You're so insecure.
There's nothing wrong with your face
A hammer won't fix.

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