in the 80's a friend of mine had an leginjury. so we smoked some weed and found some of his older cassettes and listened to them. And suddenly there was Polka on 45 and we heard it 50 times this afternoon without knowing who's fucking song it was.
I just want to climb on the Yankovic groupie parade float because you continue to amaze me (all of us) with your unbelievable lyrics... all fun all very clever. Thank you for your neverending stream of delightful surprises.
I fell in love with Weird Al in his Amish Paradise days and I love all of his old stuff! His news stuff is still good, please keep doing what you do Al!!!
Kimberly, you don't know shit about Weird Al, so shut the fuck up!! Kimberly, if you come over to my house I will tear you up them fuck the holes that I cut into you and you would love it.
Kimberly is another used up highschool whore that forgot to prepare for the real world so shes on MySpace digging for ways to improve her self esteem. Take a hint from the time your comment posted and smoke a bowl to forget about your horrible life.
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