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Sat 18 Mar, 2006 12:44 am
I called her the Queen of the Land
And her hair it hung over shoulder
Tied up in a black velvet band.
This message brought to you by Bushmills and Guinness.
G'night.
I called her "bell'asina"
and she punched me and laughed
and I wondered if I could have her.
This message brought to you by Smithwicks, Guinness, Irish car bombs (whatever they are) and Tullamore Irish whiskey.
later
yiz are pathetic.
home by one. sheesh.
Yeah, most of my pals were on spring break. My girlfriend is sick. What a party it wasn't.
But there's booze left over. Let's start now! Yee-haw!
Crying on the inside,
Gargamel
What kind of diamonds, eh?
Crazy ones????
awww, isn't it cute how CD tries desperately to bring the thread around to himself?
(isn't it cute how cyphercat pointed out how CD tried to bring the thread around to himself?)
Isn't it cute how postmodern this entire thread has become?
isnt it cute how everyone chimes in , in hopes the thread becomes about them?
(but i used parentheses in an attempt to make it NOT about me)
( but isnt it cute how anything someone says, sticks like dried **** on fur? )
(( psst I used them too! ))
ya know, i never noticed it before... but shewolf -- your eyes -- they shine like-a the diamonds!
at least it isnt the dirty fur thats shiny...
She wore a thick sweater to divert attention
from the red thong her boyfriend loved
I imagined scooping cereal from the crack of her sweet, red-thonged ass
This post brought to you by Michelob Ultra, much pinot grigio, pot, and total desperation.
which do you doubt rabbit
the veracity?
the consumption?
the desperation?
I think she means maybe she'll let him scoop cereal from the "crack of her sweet, red-thonged ass."
I could be wrong.
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