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Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.