Thursday, May 11, 2006

 

JUST TOOK 17 PAPER CLIPS, 3 PINWHEELS AND A HI-C OF SOME MANLET

HIT THE HIGH STAKES GO-FISH AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY EARLIER.

NOTHING FINER.

BOOM! WHILE I BROUGHT THE NOISE, CHAD HAD TO GO FISH, AGAIN.

SUCKER.

I COULD SMELL THE H2D BITCHES PHEROMONES BEGGING ME TO HIT THE TRAMPOLINE TO DISPLAY MY DOMINANCE.

THE ONLY THING MANLETS SMELLED WAS TANG AND THE CRISCO FROSTING ON THE CAKE.

S/F/O.

WHILE THEY PLAYED PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY (KIDS GAME), I'M DID A 720 DAFFY OFF THE TRAMPOLINE.

I'M A FUCKING FESTIVAL.

MRH,
FINGER FUCKED THE BIRTHDAY CAKE

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