singing:
beeta bop bop
bop bop bop
i'm no spring chicken
yes it's true
i'm no spring chicken
meeting you
tell it all tell tell
come belly
take down major loads
fill cum in my belly
like Yuengling

i'm no spring chicken
i'm none i'm going soon
i'm no spring temperature
glazing in the backwoods heat
start stovefires and hotness retreat

i'm no spring chicken
i'm not even high now so none of this is good

I am always told I look way Springer than I actually am.

I choked my chicken.

Hey Sara. 'Sup baby?

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