Round up all the dead beats and put ‘em on your show. Say you wanna help but you don’t even know that you make the problems worse. Then you pick your side. Now you’re on twice a day, I think that I’ll go hide. I see the same topics every day. Oh ugly, wont you go away? You can’t act and your movies sucked. Hey, Ricki Lake, I hate your guts. You take it personal when you hear a fat joke. You think yer perfect and I think you’re gross. You start all the fights but you say “don’t swear” when people scream and yell. God I hate your hair.

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