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Me and the boys on the way to shit on Thatcher’s grave.
And I looked, and behold goose and goslings: and their name was Death, and Hell followed with them.
For whom the goose honks; It honks for thee
Baby, I compare you to a hiss from a goose on a grave
Ooh, the more honks from you,
the stranger it feels, yeahMurders returning to shit on the graves of their victims.
You’re approaching me?
life and death are nothing but a wild goose chase
New goose goofin’.
Parents bringing their children to the graveyard to visit grandma’s grave.
Honkin past the graveyard
My favorite title so far.
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Are these greyve geese?
