Pants On Fire
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Last published Fri, Sep 21, 2018
Liar,
Liar,
Pants on fire,
Hanging from a telephone wire
Have you every been stuck in a particularly...sticky... situation? One that's seems to have no escape, but instead traps you in like a
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