Wednesday May 12, 2004

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here's my junior high nin poetry/song for the pathetic evening...

flowers and jelly
bumbles and belly
neeny neeny neeny
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whiskeyfightpit:
THE RETURN OF THE SON OF SHUT UP AND PLAY YER GUITAR

BOJANGLIN' DOWN YO' BLOCK LIKE WHOA!!
whiskeyfightpit:
Hey, I was at work and all of the abhorrent TOP 40 Rap and R&B was seeping its way into my mind. It got to the point of me walking around with a golden scepter and a jewel-encrusted goblet whilst screaming "IF YOU DON' START NO SHIT DEY WON BE NO SHIT" and "WHAT? OKAY!".

The lines of Ritalin, propane huffing, Giraffe blood bathing, and terpentine drinking may have had a small factor in the "BOJANGLIN' DOWN YO BLOCK LIKE WHOA!" fiasco.

Can one person own too much porn?

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