Friday, May 12, 2006

On the crap weather:

O! Bluster muster'd mustard skies,
Gray Poop on blotch, man... salty fries
At your cause you my brother won't
Sleep in my parents backyard tonight.

O! Instead in one room shall we,
me, my ladyfriend and he,
shack up for rest, unless you don't
cease this battering weather fright.

I really wish you would conclude
not to sound the whiny dude
but if I am to get some [****]
you are ruining all my luck.

Let us all hope that I at least get incredible graduation cashflow!



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