You.  Go away.

I mean it.  Get out of the beach house.  You've been moping and grumping around for weeks now.  Go pester somebody else.

Take these idiots with you.

Out.

As for you, what the hell was all that about?

Everybody else, that was some of the worst poetry I've ever heard, and I've had to put up with some seriously shitty poetry in my life.  ( Read more... )