Stackhouse the Poet Says “Get Some”
A little post-Christmas cheer from the Facebook page of “Stackhouse.” I have titled this poem,”Get Some:”
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I would f*ck that bitch right out of that grey business suit. F*cking women, they have mastered the art of making men sexually aroused in every way possible now. Soon ill be profiling them by what designer brief case they carry not purse
6 o’clock therapy appt. Me, a mirror, and a set of dumbbells. About to make my self real happy. Get Some
Getting tan, getting swole, working on the wip, than back 2 work
Is it bad that I’m looking at my forearms more than any of these whobags. I just got it going on tonight, what can I say
please don’t friend request me if ur a christian and just looking to spread God’s good word. I don’t care that u a liar, and a closet cum gussler. I care that ur wasting my time with ur ugly face trying to be on my friend list…tighten up chub chubs, I don’t play the I’m fat ugly game
f u wear a snuggie, suck my dick u pretentious low life. Put a f*cking blanket on
News flash. If u drink water at a bar u are a f*cking loser, not just a loser but a f*cking waste of siemen and ovarian lining. Step it up u f*cking doushers, or just off ur selves
love the fat dudes in 50 dollar T shirts mocking the fist pump. Go to a gym, have a girl caress ur biceps, and abs b4 u sleep with her. hit a tanning bed than come get ur mock on. It never ends, the sad part is these busted ass trash bags would get laughed out the club up north, or a strong ass beating. Must be nice ..
The minute I get out of this tanning bed’ I’m fist pumping the shit out of this thursday.
Get Some
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