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i want to share a poem...
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| trancegurl |
You, my boss, is..
The pork loin of my groin, the seeds of my saggy melons, the salt of my bitter tears,
You, are the farts in my warm breeze, the bubbles in my cheap beer,
and not to mention, the hemorrhoids in my aching rear.
You are the leader in helping me avoid,
those who purposely and wrongfully pass,
silent and deadly, stanky gas,
and don’t forget those dreadful diarrhea attacks.
sorry..im no shakespeare, but sometimes i get the urge to write poems..but not those lovely/sweet ones as you can tell..funny and disgusting poems are awesome..esp ones that are written in a few minutes..hahaha.."...and nevermore"..hahahah..ok now back to work..*sigh* |
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| tranceDJ |
That's nice...kinda weird, but nice:)
Why do you say tranceaddict is the hemorrhoids in your aching rear? |
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| trancegurl |
| quote: | Originally posted by tranceDJ
That's nice...kinda weird, but nice:)
Why do you say tranceaddict is the hemorrhoids in your aching rear? |
OOOPPSS! i forgot..you're supposed to fill in someone's name..
ok..replace it with "my boss"...hahaha |
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| thewarpbrothers |
| i found that really funny :D |
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