Thug Lifeby Billy Olson ![]() December 9, 2002 You can take your poetry class
grind it into a meatball and cram it up your ass Mr. Costenoble, you fruity pebble prick. And Health teacher, I'm warning you to mind your own girth I could out-eat you since long before birth I had a twin brother way back in the womb "I ain't hoggin' the food tube, get the hell out my room!" He ain't around no longer, you want to be next? Then use me one more time to illustrate the text. Go on, girls, keep on giggling about the time I got kicked out of the cafeteria for sneaking a second helping. That's a good way to get your tits kicked in. Eating lunch alone is my prerogative they give me all the pudding they by law can give "Yoohoo, bitch, it's chocolate milk! I didn't come here for no soyburgers and Silk." Who said I ate all the cookies my mom made for the class? Damn, you must be aching for a Ked up your ass. Denny McFarlaine needed to get all up in my biz? Saying my ass was fat and my brownie was his? Though I wanted to snap the nuts off this fine fellow and shout and scream and holler and bellow I decided to just play it mellow. And when I was done with lunch, with a bone-shattering crunch I kicked his ass into Jell-o, just as a way to say hello. So much for playing it mellow. Or at least I will the next time he plays it like that. Quote of the Day“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it must be Microsoft's new Futuretron 3000 Duck Simulator. That's almost a duck!”-Rodney Cheesesteak Fortune 500 CookieWhen kicking out at opponents this week, aim for the nuts—always a good strategy. It's time to let that baby shark go home to its mama; it's been two years and you've got to take a bath sometime. Look forward this week to a final showdown with your mortal nemesis, Weezer. But watch out for the Rentals to intervene.Try again later. Top Cruel New Rumors
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