Jun 15, 2009 11:18
*clears his throat*
All I wanted was to take a girl I fancy to a show,
A bard by the name of McCarthy you might know.
But you wanted money, my soul you would take,
Just for the ability to stand in his wake.
I, although not wanting, am rather stark of cash,
and as such left wanting to commit acts rather brash.
To all you who value money over respectful investiture,
I extend to you my finger in a rather rude gesture.
*bows*