My birthday was last Monday. So I bought myself a ukulele. And then my wife bought me a cake, which was delicious, despite my name being spelled wrong by the Baskin Robbins staff.
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On his ukelele, daily, he would strum, bedalumbum, dancin' and prancin', then he'd holler, "Red hot momma!" Have fun with your uke, and I'm srue the cake tasted good, anyway.
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