Tuesday, December 3, 2013
My brother
May your face be melted off your head and the liquid be boiled into moms stew. You have a styleish hairdo but it doesn't belong on you, it belongs on a kangaroo in the zoo! You don't belong on this world you belong in a fantasy! You belong with pixels, your not worthy! The thing you call your smile looks so much like a crocodile. The moral of this poem is GO ACROSS YOURSELF. This I say to you, my dear brother
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ReplyDeleteNice max. I agree with most of that. JKJKJK I like the hair due part though cause that is actually completely true.
ReplyDeletehis hair due is delicious
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