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August 28, 2016August 31, 2016

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death

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August 27, 2016August 30, 2016

I can smell the uranium on it as you lean towards me

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August 27, 2016August 31, 2016

You’re honey child to a swarm of bees, gonna blow right through you like a breeze

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August 26, 2016August 30, 2016

The last mosquito that bit me had to check into the Betty Ford clinic.

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August 25, 2016August 30, 2016

What I want them to know is just like John Wayne was from Waterloo that’s the spirit that I have too

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August 24, 2016August 29, 2016

Unconceivable, unbelievable, grammar like a hammer, information receivable

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August 23, 2016August 29, 2016

Why are you keeping this curiosity door locked?

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August 22, 2016August 29, 2016

All right, Popeyes here! Get your hands on your heads, get off the bar and get on the wall!

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August 21, 2016August 28, 2016

Take me to the river, drop me in the water

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