Bad Poetry For Chipper
Drunk Dialing Debauchery
"Torque my supple manboob"
cameth the request
Alas, for me
T'was not to be.
Sighing softly I declined,
Took a drag,
And confiscated all the phones.
This is nothing special. It's just me venting my way through life so I don't actually throw things at the cretinous slugs I meet along the way...
3 Comments:
My penis cometh over
how much longer are we going to be voting on where you should live when you grow up? There are 23 votes, and I think about 15 of them are my votes.
You better stop the penis cometh thing in it's track.
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