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An Infected VirginAn infected virgin,An Infected Virgin
the one you spot down the street.
Where sunshine shines a gloomy gaze
upon a face, dead in shame.
Head down, ground in dirt,
for a price unsaid, purity gone while asleep in bed.
A life is gone, she walks undead.
Strip it all, say what isn't said
about a girl who walks undead.
Mind alone, won't be saved.
She will cry a tear for no one to hear,
a virgins tear, once so pure,
all made sense, now never clear.
Now spit on this virgin, this infected virgin.
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Me: What was Russia before it was Russia?
Ashley: Poland?
Victoria: NOOO!!!!
Sarah: Brian, you're cheating on me with John?
John: Sarah, you're cheating on me with Brian?
Kat: Sarah and Brian, you're cheating on me?
Brian: I'm really confused...
and the add!
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"My uncle was a clown...and when he died, all of his friends came to the funeral in one car."
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