Enthroned on the porch and lit up, the critics have put down their opera glasses and have held forth on this blaugh and it's contents. Prithee, mark this well...
"I went there and read some of your shit. It's like some kind of fuckin' poetry for girls. I don't wanna be readin' shit like that and feelin' all funny."
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!!!! What the fuck are you sayin' dude! You're not gay, are you?"
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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4 comments:
HA HA HA!
I shouldn't try to pet possums.
yoo hoo scaughtie. i'm kinda back. peotry and being nice for girls, football and fighting for boys dontyaknow.
moder - fucking - ration. have you been the victim of some unkind remarks.
Heya Jeeves! Nice to read from you. You're comments are sage indeed. I'll shall endeavor to write more about fighting and football (both english & yankee). Say, did you see that Euro cup final? Spain shoulda racked up at least three more goals than the one they got!
There's been some strong interests expressed here in the last while but the general will has steered things back into the catbird seat.
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