| A haiku by myself, regarding drunken sexual activity
(which, by the way, is an activity in which I have never participated)
Concupiscence? Yes.
Eleemosynary? No.
Consensual? Well...
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| "The music business is a cruel and shallow money
trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and
good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."
- Hunter S. Thompson |
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| BadMojo: First off, you're the product of a failed abortion. Then your
mother failed to drown you properly, only enhancing your retardation.
Then you failed to develop inter-personal skills, a sense of a humour,
and functioning testicles. After that, you completely failed to "have
sex" or what I like to call "fucking." After which, you failed to
enhance your brain to a proper level.
BadMojo: Then, you failed to make sensible arguements, failed to make
funny statements, failed to win, and invariably you will try to shoot
yourself in the skull and fail at that too, whereupon you will
accidentally shoot two house cats and a small schoolgirl.
BadMojo: Then you will fail to make a logical case in court, where you
will fail to be found innocent, and you will go to prison, where the
only thing you will succeed at is being jail raped and then murdered by
a fatman
BadMojo: Okay, let me rephrase: you will fail to properly protect your
anus from a fatman in prison, and you will fail to have a knife-proof
head, directly resulting in your subsequent failure to live
BadMojo: whereupon your organs will be donated to science, where your
heart will fail, killing a small child, your lungs will fail, killing
an elderly man, your liver will fail, killing a recovering alcoholic,
and your kidneys will fail, making somebody pee everywhere |
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| I love you, just not enough to hang out with you. Or call you. Back.
Yup, that's how it goes.
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| Well Brian has a girlfriend her name is Mary i believe he never updates
so I figured I would let you know haha! anyways have a great day IM him
and convince him to update
plzkthx
*Aaricka*
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