Lemons Are Guud Eaten

[JW Frogen....]

Who in their right mind won't eat a delicious lemon?

And if you put them in a vagina she won't get pregnant and you have lemonaid.

[Jovial Monk]

very guud on bearded clams!

[Ethnic]

Who in their right mind won't eat a delicious lemon?

And if you put them in a vagina she won't get pregnant and you have lemonaid.

You're a feral. Are you from Smithfield Plains?

[lolz]

Who in their right mind won't eat a delicious lemon?

And if you put them in a vagina she won't get pregnant and you have lemonaid.

You're a feral. Are you from Smithfield Plains?

lolz

[wateva]

LIEBER ROGER BIG CUNTY
OBWOHL ICH ARGENTINIERIN BIN, HABE ICH AN DICH ALS GEWINNER GEDACHT.ICH LIEBE DEIN TENNIS SPIEL.

DEL POTRO CUNTOX
SPIELT GUT, ABER DU BIST ETWAS SPEZIELLES. DU BIST EIN KÜNSTLER DIESES SPIELES.
DIESE FINALE SIEHT NICHT SO ELEGANT AUS. EINE GRUPPE HAT VIEL GESCHRIEN, WIE VERRÜCKTE.

DAS IST NICHT GUT FÜR DIESE WICHTIGEN GS WIE USOPEN , DAS IST KEIN FUSSBALL MATCH, ODER AND DONT BE A PUSSY NEXT TIME OK?

ROGER GIRLY BOY, DU FÜHLTEST DU DICH VIELLEICHT UNBEQUEM UND DESWEGEN KONNTEST DU NICHT GUT KONZENTRIERT UND WIE DU WEISST , TOLL SPIELEN ARSE RAPED.

LIEBE GRÚSSE UND VIEL SPASS SLUT.

EXITOS, SALUDOS ,
AUS ARGENTINIEN MIRKA A HOE.

LUCIA AND FUCK YOU TOO.

[AiA in Atlanta]

You're a feral. Are you from Smithfield Plains?

　
I went to high school there. It was shit.

[Leftofcentresalterego]

Who in their right mind won't eat a delicious lemon?

And if you put them in a vagina she won't get pregnant and you have lemonaid.

Actually Frogen, after all the stories I've heard about your penis, I would have thought you would have needed to use a watermelon

[JW Frogen....]

Not enough citric acid.

I like a burn when I turn.

Though, I suppose a grapefruit might do.

[Cohen]

I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank God

I followed the course
From chaos to art
Desire the horse
Depression the cart

I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone
Past my laughing stock

My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in

My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I'm not allowed
A trace of regret

For someone will use
What I couldn't be
My heart will be hers
Impersonally

She'll step on the path
She'll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between

For less than a second
Our lives will collide
The endless suspended
The door open wide

Then she will be born
To someone like you
What no one has done
She'll continue to do

I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the book

[JW Frogen popping]

Leonard I love you.

In a man freind kinda way.