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SQUEE7 years ago in Drawings
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:.:Squee:.:9 years ago in Other
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SQUEE and Shmee10 years ago in Other
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Squee9 years ago in Drawings
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squee9 years ago in Other
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Squee:Paranoia8 years ago in Other
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Katherine.Katherine.Katherine.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh, there's something nice about Katherine
And there's something awful about me
But the thing that's nice about Katherine is
That she's much nicer than me
And my crocodile compliments stain the air
As I lie these words
And the daffodil you keep in your hair
Will attract the flies and birds
Oh, there's something nice about Katherine
But I still don't know what it is
And the thing that's nice about Katherine is
That I don't know where she lives
And my crocodile compliments make you smile
As I sing these words
And the daffodil you keep in your hair
Has fallen in the dirt
Oh, there's something nice about Katherine
And
Squee's portrait7 years ago in Other
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TMBG South Park.7 years ago in Drawings
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Squee world7 years ago in Other
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Squee7 years ago in Other
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SQUEE9 years ago in Other
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Nny and Squee8 years ago in Other
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Squee meets NNY5 years ago in Other
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Squee10 years ago in Drawings
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Pepito says: fuk off ma hoe6 years ago in Other
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SQUEE 4 years ago in Drawings
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Johnny And Squee Do Laundry9 years ago in Other
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SQUEE9 years ago in Other
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squee wall paper9 years ago in Dark
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Squee and Shmee5 years ago in Movies & TV
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Doctor Worm, a TMBG fanfic.Doctor Worm, a TMBG fanfic.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John Sidney Linnell stared dully ahead at the back of the large rectangular seat covered in greenish plastic in front of him, his forehead resting gently against the cool metal surface of the window pane. Outside, water pummeled down in infinite sheets, ruthlessly assaulting everything – the pavement, the school buildings, the exterior of the bus – and as it struck the glass of the window it wriggled downwards, pushed by the wind and pulled by gravity, as if it were desperately wanting to soak John as well.
This, he figured, was a suitable omen. The dampened landscape matched his dampened spirits perfectly. It was Monday morning, he'd worke
Nny and Squee8 years ago in Other
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Squee has proof10 years ago in Other
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