The Life and Death of Hobbs
So this is totally a joke.. playful and fun. not meant to be mean or contain any sort of truth. pretty much if you take this seriously you’re a raging douschbag.
This is the story of Hobbs
Who has snot in his shnauze
Because when he drinks he sobs.
He loves to come to the bar
And make sweet love to PBR.
…To get free booze
He’ll bang anything-even if it moos
takin’ home uglies:old news!
Once, to get free beer
He banged a male deer–
put right in his rear.
That’s also called a buck
But he wouldn’t have known if it was a duck
–that cuervo had him so messed up
he should have just put rabies in his cup
cuz now he foams at the mouth
after that deer touched him down south.
like Old Yeller, he’s in deep
even forced to sell his green jeep.
But,instead of paying for his medical bills
to cure him of his bestiality ills
he spent his money on Jack Daniels
and naked Cocker spaniels.
and a plot for bob’s dust granules.
So in summing up,
He is one sick pup
So, ladies steer clear
Of the man dressed in Cincinnati gear
Whatchu know about me?
This is a quiz/survery thingy I filled out… I did the old one,two copy and paste step from Facebook because I figured more people were dying to know about me.
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Interviews are stupid
My idea of a perfect interview.
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Retards running amuck on campus
Why are the challenged trying the impossible?
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Another your mom poem
This one is old and not the best but I figured I’d add it.I wrote it on June 6, 2005. It’s about my friend’s hot mom again.. the same one that I would pass a note to everyday in high school that said, “tell your mom I said thanks.” She saved them all and by the end of the year, even though I skipped quite often, she had a gynormous collection.
Continue Reading September 10, 2009 at 1:43 am Leave a comment
Dedicated to my favorite UC professor
little ditty I wrote about a professor of mine. She’s a perfectly nice lady.. I just disagreed with some of her policies and clothing choices.
Harry Potter and the Half-my age lesbians.
How Harry Potter was ruined for me and why I will never go see another child’s movie alone again.
A poem about cybersex
A lovely ditty I wrote about cybersex with my friend’s boyfriend. I’m triffffflin’
An ode to Leprechauns
A lovely poem about this f’er I dated who resembled a Leprechaun. Sorry if it’s about you.
