Monday, November 26, 2007
Douchemian Rhapsody
Is this two skate choads,
Is hott my fantasy,
caught in a ‘bling slide,
no escape from douchosity.
Open your eyes,
Look up to dumb hats and see,
He’s just a scrote boy,
He needs no bodyspray,
cuz it’s cheesy face, cheesy clothes,
Two toady chumps with dumbass poses,
Any way the club goes, doesn’t really matter… to her… to her…
(I’d keep going to the “Scadamouche” part but small boobied blondie has radioed my googoo.)
