05/8/26
Ugly like an Eskimo, but fun at parties
|  Nanotech Specklesby Winston C. Mars   December 12, 2005 Nanotech specklesform freckles electronic, bionic and fair On my face and the space around as sound pleasing sound eeks from the sparkles there in my glittery hair Bear hair, cloned re-zoned to my bald scalp like carpeting the Alps like beautiful Ralph my refurbished neighbor Breath smells clickable by choice ride on my voice butterscotch and mint lavender with a hint of plum No gum! We have no more need for gum Genetically hermetically engineered foods that exude such a pleasing aroma when eaten Secreting aromatherapeutic oils which internally toil to freshen your insides and… What did you think? My shit doesn't stink! Teeth whitening hoagies are lovely bravely doing battle with my cigarette-stained enamel For I still cannot quit not with patches or implants addiction-quenching brain lacquers or crackers Quit Crackers or the help of brain hackers it's all of no use Thankfully this engineered tobacco is opium-enriched so reality is ditched and my worries all scurry to dark far-off places As three of my spare faces are buffed and embossed and tossed like a pizza as my complexion direction heads toward beautiful and I itch at the Velcro micro-sewn to my skull. Quote of the Day“Sometimes when we touch the honesty's too much. Okay, you want the truth? It's not the honesty. It's that really rough patch of skin you have. Have you ever been to a doctor for shingles?”-Hildy Daniels Fortune 500 CookieThis Bud's for you; at least, that's what I'm telling the cops if they pull us over. You'll be horrified to learn that woman you've been ogling in that "Physical" video for years is mom. White man finally break treaty again, just like you been expecting all these years. Take the Rockford Files theme off your answering machine already, the joke was old in 1994.Try again later. Top Amish Profanities
 Sentence Gonads like nomads of the lowlands in snowpants eat Rolaids with barmaids, says no man to snowman and icicles ride bicycles as rice pickles sing Don Rickles and yellow bellows forth from the fourth porch painted by Enid and Crosby and Mick who,... (11/7/05) The Sissy If you call me a prick do 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... (9/26/05) Your Ass is Grass and I'm the Lawnmower Your ass is grass and 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... (9/5/05)            |
Reproduction in hole or in parts without permission is likely to piss off her dad big time.