Comebacks And Insults
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Roses are red, violets are blue
This book is crazy, I don't care, do you?
Hey! That was admittedly real crappy.
But yeah, this is a book of comebacks and insults of any scene or awkward moment.
And poems: the roses and violets thingy.
And random jokes.
Credit will be given if I get a joke, comeback, or pick-up line from someone.
Aaaaand 1 or 2 pickup lines
Enjoy if you wish to read.
Oh and credit will be given if I get a Comeback, Insult, or Pick-up Line from a book or an author.
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