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Later, Roy, have fun in up at the Rednekk Riviera and give a shout out to WindRyder for us.
I'll miss you whenever I look at the photoz you took of me touching myself while kiteboarding. I am so tore up about this, I am going to vent my frustration through poetry, which is how I express myself when straight talk (if you pardon the expression) won't suffice: Ode to Roy by E Bone Roy, I love myself; I want you to love me When I feel down; I want you above me I search myself; I want you to find me I forget myself; I want you to remind me I don't want anybody else When I think about you Roy I touch myself Ooh I don't want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no You're the one who makes me come runnin' You're the sun who makes me shine When you're around I'm always laughin' I want to make you mine I close my eyes and see you before me Think I would die if you were to ignore me A fool could see just how much I adore you I'd get down on my knees; I'd do anything for you I don't want anybody else When I think about you Roy I touch myself ahh ohh i don't want anybody else oh no oh on oh no yeah I want you I don't want anybody else and when i think about you; i touch myself ooh ooOoh ooOoh aaaaahhhh I honestly do, Roy, I touch myself |
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