Dead Kennedys Dear Abby Letras:Dear Abby,
Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid,
hardworking county coroner. It's important that my
family eat meat at least three times a week. But
we just can't afford to with the prices the way
they are. So I bring home some choice cuts from my
autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper:and
ta-da!
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/IUb]The whole family thinks my new meals are
delicious. They ask me what's my secret. Abby, I
think they're getting suspicious. My smart-ass
8-year-old keeps asking, "Where's all the meat?
The red dye #2 kind that's kept in the fridge."
If they find out the truth I don't think they'll
understand. Abby, what do I tell my family? DEAR
REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make
sure the body's blessed and everything should be
just fine.
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