boo boo lababa wabbba SCRUFF MC GRUFF
so balamba jibolee....cause that is how i feel. so clean my pee. damn the holiday spirit is in the air. crush my legs with a chair. it is warmer in my house now, i can finally not see my breath. but please ashley don't have a cow i didn't ask for ur sympathy....and if and if you wanna brawl i'll go and call you a mother fuckin stupid ho....damn....i really don't even know where this poetic status emits from. a freewrite. no thinking just typing. gotta love the big green eugene. a thank you, double touchay....that is what my girl nikie say....and i know how she do....just like cleaning a doo-dooger or a piece of christmas poo. yes that mr. hanky he is a chipper little lad. i wonder if he ever wears plaid? well yes this has been quite a rush of emotion. i think my stomach is growling, but ho, does one eat? it is a mind bogglin question. and yes, to question means to seek. why. failure is sometimes the best cure. and when u talk about dead dogs, make sure it isn't in the same context as cybering. that can be confusing. jamba jamba ho ho ho.