And I could crap on people's heads!
Or Rantpage, whichever.
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| I wish I could fly; I could soar above the clouds, not restricted by the turmoils of gravity, freely riding the winds. The sky would be my home; the sun, my lamp; the clouds, my chairs. And I could crap on people's heads! |
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| INCOMING! HEAD FOR COVER! Or Rantpage, whichever. |
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