Hey, wait a minute.....shouldn't it Awhapaho?
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Hey, wait a minute.....shouldn't it Awhapaho?
Considering second dinner,... first one sucked.
Had a frozen box of shit after I took the time to boil noodles for mac and cheese.....when I went to put the cheese in, it was rancid. The date on the box was longer ago than I want to admit.
Keep your pantry/cupboards up to date, and throw that other shit in the trash.
I was just sittin and taking a rest,
instinct should tell me where that is best.
I forage and scout when I am awake,
today is the future, my fate is at stake.
The corner, the hall, the ceiling, the wall,
comfort for me is had with them all.
Don't like the cold it doesn't suit me,
I want to be warm and roam around free.
I am quite small in a world that is large,
yet somehow I feel that I am in charge.
Imagine a beast five thousand your size,
but you scare them to death, be stupid or wise.
Haunt you I will as you drift off to sleep,
and in your dreams I'll make you weep.
All without knowing I scare you to death,
you gasp with the thought of your very last breath.
Yes I'm the one that caused you the scare,
Now that you've killed me, there's more so beware!!!!!
Sincerely,
That asshole Spider that made you shat your pants.
:)
Ahh OBC been hittin da sauce and getting all poetic and shiz
That damned rabbit's next....ha ha.
Who can say that they didn't have that spider freak 'em out?.....they be lyin' if they say so.
I thought that poem was quite good, thank you, Sir. I'll be on tour someday, and I'll sign your book.
Either that, or I'll be in the asylum repeating gibberish about you guys that don't make sense to anyone....smiling and slobbering and trying to grab the therapists tits.
Eric helped me huge today, kudos to that man and his Pop.
Opie11......Solid.
Second dinner....Marie Calendars "Roasted Garlic Chicken".
Gourmet shit a brewin', look out.
BTW...it isn't easy being the "Golden Corral" of generic entertainment. I have to work at it.
Unappreciated, but I'm dedicated.
Shit, I forgot to put the clothes in the dryer.
Who doesn't do that at midnight on Saturday?