(no subject)
yeah, we watch the cars skim by, the wind blows by and you taste the summer and life is like that. never one to enjoy gravel, my tale has always hurt sitting here. you know things anout me like that; things in moment and moments in spite of. it's just the way we see fit.
i ran across a personal site that was just some random guy writing a bunch of haiku's
funny as hell
1.
throw your clothes on, quick,
haul ass outta the bedroom -
wait! pay for the whore!
2.
sex with garden gnomes
is a risky endeavor -
pull out, stain his beard
3.
i can't believe i
loved you. you don't deserve to
give me a hand job.
4.
she said, "the structure's all wrong."
don't count my syllables, bitch.
don't ever count my motherfucking syllables.
5.
here's what the pimps say -
"where's the bread, ho! i'll cut you!"
pimps are not cool, dude.
i ran across a personal site that was just some random guy writing a bunch of haiku's
funny as hell
1.
throw your clothes on, quick,
haul ass outta the bedroom -
wait! pay for the whore!
2.
sex with garden gnomes
is a risky endeavor -
pull out, stain his beard
3.
i can't believe i
loved you. you don't deserve to
give me a hand job.
4.
she said, "the structure's all wrong."
don't count my syllables, bitch.
don't ever count my motherfucking syllables.
5.
here's what the pimps say -
"where's the bread, ho! i'll cut you!"
pimps are not cool, dude.