It’s 9 o’clock on a Saturday /The Carribean crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man tweeting next to me / on quinine in tonic & gin
He says, “Son can you tweet me Thucydides, I’m not really sure how it goes / But it’s based & I’m NEET & I poasted fizeek When I was a frog w/out clothes”
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Make us a thread, you’re the Lebanoman Make us a thread tonight
Cuz we’re all finished listening to BAPcast And you’ve got us feelin’ alt-right
Now BAP at the bar is a friend of mine / he RTs my threads for free.
And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke but there’s someplace that he’d rather be.
He said "Leb I believe this is killing me" / as the smile ran away from his face/ "Cause w/ ten thousand nords and my bleaching accords / I’d create a superior race"
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Now Tacos is a perverted Novelist who never had time for a wife /& he’s talkin with Loki, who sez Vermeule’s hokey & probably will be for life
& Dasha’s practicing her crabwalk, While the Bureaucrat slowly gets stoned, & its’ better to join right wing politics, than those freaks in the autonomous zone.
Make us a thread, Lebanoman Make us a thread 2night/ Cuz we’re all in da mood 4 Heraclitus at Tropical Excellente tonight
It's a pretty good thread for a Saturday Dorsey gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' 2 see To forget about Floyd 4 a while
& BAPylon sounds like a carnival / As the gang all cycles their gear / And they get out the car and meet gf at bar And say, "Man, WE ARE GAY to be here!"
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