Lunch Moneyby Cassandra Steiger ![]() December 23, 2002 Listen up, Billy Olson
I'm a drink you up like Molson make you sing like a fat Al Jolson grab your tits and milk 'em both, son. 'Cause you messed with the best I confess it's no test I am the real thing you will know the hurt I bring forget this skirt, I am the King of your pudgy white ass they'll put your cheeks in a cast for six to eight weeks and the chicks who hate geeks will know your ass reeks 'cause you can't wash it I'm a squash it and I'll pound it to dough When will I stop? I don't know and neither will you they'll have to put in a screw to keep your ass from falling out your pants when you dance and at a glance you'll look like Grimace in Dockers and subliminal shockers will spill from your sputtering lips while I beat you to fish and chips like your mom got it on with a Panda bear and your big brother blows his nose in your hair. I'm a hurt you make your parents desert you like they wish that they could do like they know that they should do like a stinky no-good shoe, shit. I'm gonna be on you like yellow on Twinkie I'll snap your neck with my pinkie I'll crap your deck while I'm drinking a Capri Sun filled with kerosene then I'll piss on you, 'cause I'm that mean and set you on fire for Halloween. You'll know it's no joke when your nose is broke and I suppose I'll choke you and take your toes to smoke too and your clothes will soak through when blood flows I'll poke you then God knows you'll croak too. 'Cause your ass is grass and I'm the ass-wiper I'm hyper I wear you like a shit-on diaper I'm crazy like the beltway sniper fucked up times three on crack croaked in a bathroom heart attack... They'll find you in a burlap sack. Bitch, I want my lunch money back. Quote of the Day“Speak when you are angry and you'll make the best speech you will ever regret. Speak when you are extremely angry and you'll really regret it—all stuttering and shit, like Porky Pig. And they'll just make fun of you. I know I would.”-Ambruce Fierce Fortune 500 CookieStick it where the sun don't shine—that's the only way you'll be sure it glows in the dark. Does this look like medium rare to you? Take it back or there goes your tip. If you could ask God one question, don't make it, "Who farted?" Take a self-time out this week, but don't just waste it by yourself; extract the time itself from the timeline, so you can put it back wherever you want. Lucky legends this week: Sasquatch, the Jersey Devil, Abominable Snowman, and other Bigfoot rip-offs.Try again later. Top More Things to Do With a Severed Finger
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