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Del The Funky Homosapien and Sex

I was listening to Del

and I realized that

I really want to have

all kinds of ridiculous

sex to his music.

I don't know who would be down,

But if you don't listen to Del, you should.

If you have taste, you'd be down once you heard it.

So Del if I go down in history,

I credit your music and sex

to my success.


  1. I'd be up for it,
    but you're not gay or bi,
    oh well.

  2. aww... well the fact that you would if i was still means a lot to me. As long as you're under 100 pounds and over 5'9.

    Straight shallow.

  3. Oh, baby doll, no.

    You're a bit too skinny for me, but I can't help but be down with the love of Del.

  4. so youre fat is what youre saying


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