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kookaburra
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yea, this is my laundry song, preferably set to guitars: shes a rebel of the worst kind a rebel without a cause so she takes out her frustrations on her jeans, t shirts and bras no she wont wash them on cold and they wont be inside out and who said she had time to seperate lights from darks wash on cold or wash on hot she knows that it doesnt matter a lot only if her pants shruank beyond recognition, would she give up and be struck into domestic submission no she wont wash them on cold and they wont be inside out and who said she had time to seperate lights from darks and maybe someday she will finally see the light and see how her flouting of the rules is tearing me up inside and so i write this song, for everyone to see Please! please! tell my story! signed, a shrunken tee cuz she wont wash me on cold or turn me inside out and she doesnt have the time to lights from darks yea, you know this will be a hit... keep the party going
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kookaburra
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hm, my spelling skills seem to have shruanken
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minnesota_chris
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ah, you know the deadly ninja art of shruan-ken? Someday, little grasshopper, you will be a fine ninja. with gray looking whites
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Strideo
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or faded looking blacks with bleach spots on 'em ...
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pete
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*smiles* there is this laundry house thing beside one of the folk open mikes i go to, and all the guitarists go in there to tune before there set. well at one time or another one of the musicians fell in love with a girl he always saw there, and wrote a song about it. i think it was the nicest laundry song i've ever heard in my life.
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040714
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what's it to you?
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