Other than:
I'M FUCKING ON FIRE. FUCKIN SUBMITTING SHIT LIKE A BAD HABIT. LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE. LIKE IT'S NO TOMORROW. UNTIL THE FAT LADY FUCKIN SINGS HER FUCKIN FACE OFF AND THE COWS COME HOME. BIIIIITCH.
Oh, and about the subject line.
I'M SICK OF THESE MOTHEFUCKIN SNAKES ON'IS MOTHEFUCKIN PLANE!
And I sometimes just want to be Samuel L. Jackson. Well, okay. Fine. ALL the time.





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* I Saw A Lady Wearing A Shirt That Said "Guess".So I Said "Breast Implants?" She hit me. *
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on
my
gravy!
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"Of a lovely and a
wild thing
So beautiful in the morning"
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From infinity
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...all the demons of the night that ride winds of madness were screamin esclusively for me
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* I Saw A Lady Wearing A Shirt That Said "Guess".So I Said "Breast Implants?" She hit me. *
and about the poem, just don't submit it then. there are some things that you just don't look at again. i have lots of pictures and stuff like that.
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"we both pull the
tricks out of our sleeves."
i like saying that.
mmm post more stuff because it's interesting please?
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"we both pull the
tricks out of our sleeves."
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