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