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Oct 06, 2006 00:55

Stolen from Cap'n Elly. Arrrrrrr. Fill it out, motha fucka!Dear Mr. Jeff ( Read more... )

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skratte October 6 2006, 12:09:24 UTC
Dear Mr. Jeff,

I admire you. You have a nice John Thomas. You make me chub up. You should peel the eel. Someday I will wax the tadpole. You + me = Fists of Fury. If I saw you now I'd beat your dummy. I want to bugger you. I would build a fountain of duck butter just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be My Ding-A-Ling. We could make a two-headed monster under the stars.

Love,
Harden Thicke

P.S. -
Under the spreading chestnut tree
The village blacksmith sat
Amusing himself
By abusing himself
And coming off in his hat.
--Peter Wadsworth Longfellow

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biyay October 6 2006, 18:27:41 UTC
Dear Mr. Jeff,

I like you. You have a nice sense of humor. You make me chuckle. You should visit me. Someday I will talk you into it. You + me = danger. If I saw you now I'd give you a hug. I want to bite you. I would build a batch of cookies just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be that one song from Desperado so I can impress you with my Spanish. We could talk under the stars.

Love,
Biyay

(P.S. I'm hungry. Just had to share that.)

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