The oil spill in the Gulf is a royal disaster and the lack of progress is beginning to roil me.
I wrote down the answers, though I could not explain them well because I knew them only by rote.
Put your clock back in your plants.
L.A
I'm number one,
call me Kobe.
Being at the top,
it gets lonely.
Step back,
take the three.
Got guns in my locker,
I'm an original G.
I got swagger,
I'll take a chance,
better received than The Legend of Bagger Vance.
No golf here,
hitting shots from the upper tier.
Nose bleed seats,
still $45.99,
that's not cheap.
My foot on bodies,
top of the heap.
Laced with the golden gene,
pointing a knife at your wife,
call me Charlie Sheen.
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