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What Would Pop-eye Do In A Tight Spot Like This?

Go Fast Enough To Get There, But Slow Enough To See.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About.

This Imitation Elvis May Not Be The King, But Baby I'm The Next Best Thing.