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* I ain't faking this, I ain't faking * why doesn't the coulomb friction singe your clothes? !
- What a singe?
About to singe me fuckin' hair again!
Ain't that enough to singe your ass!
Blow on it, baby, before you singe your tongue.
* I ain't faking this, I ain't faking * why doesn't the coulomb friction singe your clothes? !
- What a singe?
About to singe me fuckin' hair again!
Ain't that enough to singe your ass!
Blow on it, baby, before you singe your tongue.
I love the hot tip of my soldering iron as it liquefies metal and singes the wires...
Now, get these petits singes off from me!
The salt of his sweat singes my wounds.
There's no singes, bro.
Your hair singes... but you can't reach for your head 'cause your hands are gone.
I love the hot tip of my soldering iron as it liquefies metal and singes the wires...
Now, get these petits singes off from me!
The salt of his sweat singes my wounds.
There's no singes, bro.
Your hair singes... but you can't reach for your head 'cause your hands are gone.
"And he saw "that the flames did not harm their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed, and there was no smell of fire upon them."
"a wheel of gloop-smothered dough, singed at the rim.
"and the King saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, "nor was a hair of their heads singed.
- I just got a little singed.
- Kwan? He works the hothouses, he's never singed a Trancer in his life.
"On a gridiron, like St. Lawrence... "like St. Vincent... "they wished to roast me, singeing the hairs on my chest...
- Fine. Except the flames of Lucifer keep singeing our back bumper as we drive through this hellish, cheese-infested wasteland.
- Without singeing the carpet.
And if thou prate of mountains let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground singeing his pate against the burning zone make Ossa like a wart.
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground, singeing his pate against the burning zone, make Ossa like a wart!
"And he saw "that the flames did not harm their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed, and there was no smell of fire upon them."
"a wheel of gloop-smothered dough, singed at the rim.
"and the King saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, "nor was a hair of their heads singed.
- I just got a little singed.
- Kwan? He works the hothouses, he's never singed a Trancer in his life.
"On a gridiron, like St. Lawrence... "like St. Vincent... "they wished to roast me, singeing the hairs on my chest...
- Fine. Except the flames of Lucifer keep singeing our back bumper as we drive through this hellish, cheese-infested wasteland.
- Without singeing the carpet.
And if thou prate of mountains let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground singeing his pate against the burning zone make Ossa like a wart.
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground, singeing his pate against the burning zone, make Ossa like a wart!