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It was the morning of my wedding and i was crusin' down the street in my 6-4,
but there were so many damn mexicans they were protesting over something, if it isn't the mexicans protesting it's the gays marching for
big tasty syrupy waffle, very, very tasty waffles
that were covered in butterscotch, pickles, and sausage. Sometimes when I eat waffles I feel like jumping for joy, but usually my mom stops me and screams, "
STOP! hammer time!!"
And that's the end of that story... now get the fuck out of my house, srsly
