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Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo

We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a squirrel or two,
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgin!
To poison a pigeon in the park.

If the 29th doesn't get here soon I'm going to cry so HARD.

Newcastle vs Sunderland - Sunday 20th 1:30pm - Haway the toon.

I should really end this on a quote that sums up life... "If it's brown flush it down, if it's yellow, let it mellow."

SERIOUSLY GUYS, I DID NOT APPROVE OF THIS

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON THE FLOOR

YOU TWO GET OFF THAT BED, I JUST TIDIED UP

OH GOD WHAT WILL THE NEIGHBOURS THINK

The box is 5 foot by 5 foot, there is a mattress covered in cats and there is a coat hanger with the word "Ostridge" hanging from it.

Under a UV light, the whole floor of the box is covered in dried semen, is it yours? You won't rightfully know nor do you want to find out.

This is living.