![]() 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“They say you are what you eat, which is precisely why I ate fine young Bernard. Though I regret to report that I feel largely unchanged, except for the part about being in prison and having a permanent case of indigestion.”-Percy "The Cannibal" Dandridge Fortune 500 CookieNobody knows the trouble you've seen, and you'll keep it that way if you know what's good for ya, bub. Try mixing your unique brand of illiterate rage with random fits of giggling this week. People hate it when you bring your own records to be played on the jukebox—it's just a soda joint, asshole. This week's lucky piercings: throat, spleen, tear duct, tooth.Try again later. What Was That Guy Screaming?
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