![]() The Sissyby Ronald Hummly ![]() ![]() September 26, 2005 If you call me a prickdo I not cry? Bully, thine mouth offends me fuck it Was it not me who kept secret your smoking your out of class without a pass you hi-jinks and ne'er-do-wells? I reach out my hand and you turn it back to smack my own cheeks why, oh why am I hitting myself? I would hold my head high were it not stuffed in the urinal hair stained with pisswater and stink let me go, Josh; let all my people go Bully, your day is numbered like the stupid jersey you wear for I have not guns or grenades but words, words of the mightiest ilk Leave me be for the greener grass of tomorrow, beyond the football field and let mine ears and eyes be free of you in a school principaled only by God What? Nothing. I'm writing a letter to my girlfriend in another state Quote of the Day“Be always on the phone, so that when the devil calls, he will get your voicemail.”-St. Jerry Fortune 500 CookieJust because you don't like the message, don't waste your time killing the messenger. John of Lancaster already took care of that for you 500 years ago. New scientific breakthroughs now make it possible to wash your hair while it's still attached to your head: no more tedious cutting and re-attaching with naval knots. Try to remember: Chex are for breakfast, checks are for paying bills. You will mix those up again this week. This week's lucky dogs: Lassie's offspring still living off residuals, all Irish breeds, and the two-legged one-balled variety.Try again later. Top 5 News-Filler Stories
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