20 miles west of Raleigh's ditchesI now return you to your regular scheduled ramblings.
There's a place called hell
Where ten thousand son-o-bitches
Call the Chapel Hill
Where the bastards born
And the bastards bred
And when he dies
The bastards dead
Soooooooo
Piss on Carolina-lina
Piss on Carolina-lina
Piss on Carolina-lina
Go to hell Duke
Waaaaakeeeee Forrrresssttt Suuucccckkkksss
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
About last night.....
For those that know the song, all the better. For those that don't, ask the guy with the baby blue sweater. For those that don't know what I am talking about, move to a real country.
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