Me and the boys on the way to shit on Thatcher’s grave.

And I looked, and behold goose and goslings: and their name was Death, and Hell followed with them.

For whom the goose honks; It honks for thee

Baby, I compare you to a hiss from a goose on a grave
Ooh, the more honks from you,
the stranger it feels, yeah

You’re approaching me?

Murders returning to shit on the graves of their victims.

life and death are nothing but a wild goose chase

Parents bringing their children to the graveyard to visit grandma’s grave.

New goose goofin’.

Honkin past the graveyard

shivers

Are these greyve geese?

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