Who Did Your Boobs?
Well shave my ass and call me Lazlo! This place is looking as lonely as a septic tank on prom night! Must be Bruce's armpits, stinking up the joint... Many a lost thought have come here to die, and die they do, darling... Like the buds of May.
Bitter, though, she's gluttoning for some appreciation. Here is the question of the hour: How many nights must I cry myself to sleep before finally overcoming my greatest fear?
Please send your responses (along with a one dollar bill) to:
PITY
Party of One Drive
Lonesome Hwy 61, CA
9000000
Not really.... Duh! Just comment if you want. Explain what the fuck you are doing in here and make it sassy!
Peace,
SO
Bitter, though, she's gluttoning for some appreciation. Here is the question of the hour: How many nights must I cry myself to sleep before finally overcoming my greatest fear?
Please send your responses (along with a one dollar bill) to:
PITY
Party of One Drive
Lonesome Hwy 61, CA
9000000
Not really.... Duh! Just comment if you want. Explain what the fuck you are doing in here and make it sassy!
Peace,
SO
posted by Saviour Onassis at 10:35 PM
1 Comments:
I notice Patrick's arms outstretched in homage to Bruce Saviour! We only have dollar coins here. Can they count?
I'm here because of you two and your funny minds. Thass all. Oh, and the slam poetry.
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