Jun 28, 2004 02:58
So there's this chick. Named Bowie. She's a cool kid. And we had a late night conversation. One that won't soon be forgotten. Well. I told her i was going to bed. Little did she know..That i was reading EVERYHING she said to my away..
: lets make a poem together!
: OK! lets!
: -----
: so theres this guy ricky
: i want to give him a ..licky!
: hes really really awesome.
: and he doesn't smell anything like a possum.
: i have never smelled a possum before.
: but im sure they smell like shit, hardcore.
: ricky loves me more then life. [you do bitch!]
: he doesn't want to stab me with a knife.
: [*break* ummm..]
: i want to have his babies.
: and while we have sex we can eat grapies!! [hahaha..wow. please..dont be freaked out by me]
: out babies will be gangstas fo sho.
: dey' aint gon' be wankstas, no no
: we'll have one little emo kid, imp.
: hes going to be a mutha fuckin pimp.
: [WOW! NOW IT COMES UP!]
: ricky is the mother fucking worlds greatest.
: and he stayed up the LATEST
: just for me
: hee hee fo feee!
: oh em gee!!!!! [o. m. g!!!] that was the best poem. in world history.
: i want you to put it some where.
: so i am recognized.
: so my wonderful work is recognized somewhere.
Well Bowie. Your work was put somewhere. And i'm sure it will be recognized. :-) Weirdo.
<3 ricky <3