Saturday, June 10, 2006
though i should be studying right now, but nevermind.
im sure... i can manage my time well (:
well as for today...
let me try to write my own poem,
cause marcus wrote one and i should too.
er... if you audience may be wondering we are both straight.
normal hormones are what we have.
back to my poem,
lets start with a title.
a wierd one.
actually i dont write poems
im not so literaly inclined.
so i shall write a story instead
instead of paragraphs
there would be stanzas instead,
just like poems...
JON TE WIERD
jon was very wierd
e could eat alpabets
and e ate te "H" in is name
and all that was left of the remnants
was is name jon
ya just tat you noticed, tere is no "H" in this story
just for te few tat i state
because jon doesnt like tem
and e ate tem all up
one day
jon was walking down a street
a man punced jon in te stomac
and jon vomitted out all the "Hs" e ad for breakfast
te "Hs" went opping everywere
one of them landed on a police cop
and POOF the police cop became pork chop
anoter one landed on a lady sitting on a cair
tere and ten te lady began shitting on the cair
wat a mess
i shant continue
its so stupid
i cant believe im posting something like this
but who cares
so i shall end.
bye to you, as in you, you know you, who else can i be refering to other then you.
abels wise saying: irish coffee and latte, mix them. and you would get irish latte. tts random.
5:00 PM