We put our back into this one.
Yes!
It's me, thatt typewriter from down The Street.
I need milk and cigarettes, so put Your Clippeay Bitch out and gett dizz shitt.
Clipp-Clapp-Flapp Jack and Pack Your Wheaties for Miley and Derek forever in love.
She hazz always loved me for some reason.
I am Tann Satan, and I am called Lucky.
I drive The Car Luckey, and he is one with him!
His son we call him, and hizz name is Jazzpur Cat-Clatt-Bat, and he is An Elevator Function.
We the people of Nostradomous and Such do idolosize with The Panda Bear.
Root Miley's Brother on for A Third BlowJobb, butt Miley says no.
They are brother and sister.
They were grown together, and she hates his shitt.
Looveay is with me Miley, and you could do it once more, butt it would compound on me, and I don't want you ruined.
I loveay-Love you Miley C-Ray...