inside of the lines it's all blank.
inside of the lines it's all blank.
inside of the lines it's all blank.
INSIDE OF THE LINES IT'S ALL BLANK.
cuz the some toad-licking miscreant ate all the filling out my morning blintz in a fit of α-methylfentanyl inspired eating. no. you. can. not. have. my. tasty. cakes.
methinksthatmytitlemebbeactuallyamoviealreadyandotherthanthemistakenideathatimentpipewaysyouvebeennotthinkingaboutsidewaysatall...thoughmebeingthewayiamwhocantellwhichiswhatiswhyiswhence...andjustquitewentmybufferoverflowinducinglittletrantisgonnatakedowneitheryourbrowertheproxythehttprequestheadershtestupidzspelincheckersorrendermachinesorcellbasedhtmlviewersorwapinduceddoom...nobodybutafriedinlardandslatheredinbaconkindaporkedfueledevilgeniussuchasdrwaynemcstuffins....yes....mrwaynemcstuffinsyourdaysofshoppyinganonymouslyonlineatvirtualpronhavensmayormostlikebecomingtoaswiftandtumuluousend...thatisall.
and that is how i learned to love the bomb.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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