Saturday, April 29, 2006

 

NOT MUCH YOU CAN DO IF I GO FULL SPEED THE WRONG WAY AT THE ROLLER RINK

SCARED? PULL OVER AND CHECK YOUR SHORTS.

I'LL BE FULLY UPRIGHT, ARMS SWINGING, GOING FOR THE ROLLER SKATING LAND SPEED RECORD.

KNEE HIGH SOCKS, HELMET, SHORT SHORTS AND A RANDY TRAVIS T-SHIRT.

YOU CAN'T FIND THIS ATTIRE AT THE GAP, OPIE.

FEAR FOR YOUR LIFE IF YOU STEP TO MY CARMEL APPLE, BIG RED, OR BAG OF POPCORN.

I'M A FUCKING SWAN ON EIGHT WHEELS.

MRH,
ALL SMILES AND MUSCLES

Friday, April 28, 2006

 

NOT MUCH YOU CAN DO IF I SPORT A BONER DURING GYM CLASS

ITS CALLED A COMPETITIVE ADVANTAGE. IDIOT.


AND WHY ARE YOU LOOKING, FAG? WHAT A POOR EXCUSE FOR A P.E. TEACHER. FUCKING WASHED UP EX-JOCK.

BY THE WAY, HOW IS CHASING THAT FOOTBALL CAREER GOING, GLORY DAYS? THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT, BOOZY.

JUST BLOW THAT WHISTLE AND LETS GET THIS GAME OF CAPUTURE THE FLAG ON.

I'M GREASED LIGHTNING AND HAVE MOVES TO MAKE.

AND NO, I WON'T BE REMOVING MY CAMELBACK FULL OF TANG. PREPARE FOR THE OWNAGE TOUR.

MRH,
DELICATE ON THE COURT & HARD IN THE SWEATS



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