Your Ass is Grass and I'm the Lawnmowerby Cassandra Steiger ![]() September 5, 2005 Your ass is grassand I'm the lawnmower You're slower than Noah with his Ark overflowin' And I'm fast like the gas you passed when you harassed my nose last. You've got mast ass you butt pirate I know you desire it so don't pretend you're not fruity like pebbles, you beauty It's my duty to inform you I'm about to transform you into a pile of pain as you choke on the main vein Do I need to explain? I'm back, you fat bitch I'm here to Lilo your Stitch I'm your wicked witch I'm on you like jock itch You gonna have to change schools if you wanna keep those jewels fool I'm cruel like Raoul and I'll make you my coke mule You don't remember December? When I waxed your ass last? Billy Olsen, you daft You stupid That's the only thing more powerful than the ugly you bring I'm Cassandra, your nightmare your pied piper ass-wiper Riper than a diaper in the Texas sun, punk I'd grab you by the junk and make you French-kiss a skunk if I didn't like skunks so much. You messed with the wrong girl back when you took my lunch money I didn't find that too funny 'til I made your nose runny I'm the one, son that gave you diarrhea so bad when I took back what was mine back went I went all Columbine That's what I think of you you belong in a zoo living off the scraps that I threw So happy birthday to you you look like a monkey and you smell like one too You're a punk and a fag and I was born on the rag So give it up, princess I want your lunch money and I want it before recess Son, this ain't funny I'll snap you to pieces So fork over that dollar fork over your change Don't make me do nasty-ass damage to your brain I want it now and I want it quickly you're sickly and I know the spot where you're tickly so don't mess around I ain't no clown. I… I… I want some Cheetos, a'ight? Quote of the Day“I have not yet begun to finish my senten…”-John Paul Jones Fortune 500 CookieEverything’s looking up this week, to avoid making eye contact with you. At long last it has become clear that your master’s degree in goat teasing was a total waste of time. Everyone knows sneezing into your sleeve is just good manners, you should try the same when you break wind. On the bright side, we showed a picture of you to a time-traveler who stopped by the office last week, and he said "Oh Jesus, that guy?" so apparently you’re well-known in the future. This week’s lucky gadgets: HP iPlaid (launching next week on clearance), Samsung MySlate laptop-sized smartphone, iRobot Chippy: Autonomous Quadrotor Personal Killdrone, Sonicareless dental apathy kit, Windows 7 Phone in Bluescreen Blue.Try again later. Top 10 Deciding Issues for the Election
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