Friday, September 25, 2009
Friday Haiku
Willy’s Wild Years,
Almost up. Then back to school,
To become a clerk.
White fuzzy pom poms
Her stones are more impressive
Now roll on, choadface
— I drink your doucheshake
Posh Spice Hott wonders:
“If he were naked, would the
carpet match the drapes?”
— Douche Wayne
Musical request
“Let’s spend the night together”
UM, she don’t think so
— scrotum pole
Baby blue T-shirt
Topped with pink unicorn hair
Chromatic meltdown
— Franklyn Delano Doucheifelt
The Last Unicorn
His balls hang from her tank top
Laugh until I cry
— Mr. Scrotato Head
I don’t have any
sympathy for the devil
who drinks bladder juice
— Hot Buttered Poopcorn
