I took my love to a gazebo. We drove past the gazebo. There were no giraffes by this gazebo. photo credit: FreeWine
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poor giraffeless gazebo
Gazeebo ♫ Gazeebo ♪ We drove past the gazeebo ♫
Got something against the gazebo? Careful, he’s listening.
Gazebos are totally gay.
Pops was always chasing the homos out of ours with a pickaxe Friday and Saturday nights.
I got drunk one fourth of July and blew it up with a glad bag full of M-80s.
We would occasionally find the gays standing where it used to be crying.
Dude, that is one sorry ass looking gazebo.
It really is one pathetic gazebo.
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