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its not horrific but Lynchburg Lemonade-make a pitcher during the summer (not that crap you buy at the store, you gotta make this your self) goes down cold and sweet, hits you like a runaway locomotive. This shit was almost my downfall years ago.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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