Clawby Bartimere Gong ![]() October 14, 2002 A quick
short walk to the beach you wear your blue bikini blue like my heart blue like my teardrops and almost I can see the nipples your boobs, not my heart or teardrops We walk, hand in hand and one more hand like the hand of love a third-wheel who won't take a hint we sit in sand sand in my shorts ass crack! You complain it's cold why must you ruin everything? Shit! Now a crab in my shorts scrotal flesh clamped in shellfish claws selfish claws like something I saw on The Flintstones My pain is red red like the crab pinching my balls Motherfucker Quit laughing, Shelly, you stupid bitch Oh, now You're leaving? Fine Go I would rather date your sister anyway. Fuck these claws of love hurt like a motherfucker and the crab that is too real crab bastard Quote of the Day“It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our capacity for customer service. Yes I'll hold.”-Elvin Einschwartz Fortune 500 CookieYou will find Love in a new job this week. Unfortunately it's Courtney Love, and she's your second-shift supervisor. Cheer up, it's not that nobody cares about you; it's just that nobody's willing to admit to it. Everyone's right: Your irrational hatred of the Chinese is starting to hurt your chopstick business. This week's lucky stars: Sirius, Orion, Omega 13, Pauley Shore.Try again later. Most-Quickly Deleted Internet History Entries
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