It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone
Anthony, what's up with you having girlfriends? As a girlfriend impedes my free ability to hang out with you, I find the concept of you having one completely unacceptable. Now that I have officially gone on record saying that, you can disregard my opinion and do whatever you want. Oh, and also, how do I get on the baklava list? I mean, for reals yo, I gots to get me some o' dat.
Hey, You were in my dream last night. You and a friend (I don't know who it was though) came by to watch a movie and I started dating that guy and then you told me I was being un-honoring but I don't know why. It was odd.
Hey, You were in my dream last night. You and a friend (I think it was Luke) came by to watch a movie and I started dating him and then you told me I was being un-honoring but I don't know why. It was odd.
julianne, i'm sorry but you've wandered too near a dangerous glob of sarcasm, which will now pull you closer and closer until you are eventually torn apart into molecular spaghetti.
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Anthony, what's up with you having girlfriends? As a girlfriend impedes my free ability to hang out with you, I find the concept of you having one completely unacceptable. Now that I have officially gone on record saying that, you can disregard my opinion and do whatever you want. Oh, and also, how do I get on the baklava list? I mean, for reals yo, I gots to get me some o' dat.
Hey, You were in my dream last night. You and a friend (I don't know who it was though) came by to watch a movie and I started dating that guy and then you told me I was being un-honoring but I don't know why. It was odd.
Hey, You were in my dream last night. You and a friend (I think it was Luke) came by to watch a movie and I started dating him and then you told me I was being un-honoring but I don't know why. It was odd.
julianne, i'm sorry but you've wandered too near a dangerous glob of sarcasm, which will now pull you closer and closer until you are eventually torn apart into molecular spaghetti.
Its ok. I've just been crying all day
On top of molecular spaghetti,
All covered with molecular cheese,
I lost my poor molecular meatball,
When somebody molecularly sneezed.
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