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“My love is like a red, red wiiiine… go to my heaaaad… make me forgeeet… Wait. Sorry. My love is like a red, red rose… just like eeeeevery night has its daaaaaw- awawaaaan… Just like eeeevery cooowboy… Fuck.”-A.D.Dobbs Fortune 500 CookieClowns don't hate you, they just feel sorry for you. Your "Don't Worry, Be Slappy" series of self-help books finally broke the five-copy sales barrier this week, and just got you sued by the estate of Slappy White. This week's lucky strikes: Clover-Workers' Union, ump didn't see ball careen off batter's jock and through strike zone, killed them all while they were dreaming about killing you, threw your ex-wife's severed head down lane on accident.Try again later. Top 5 commune Features This Week
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