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Jun 14, 2005 12:50
:D :D
SCH00L IS ALM0ST 0VERR--
The finals that I have left are Gym, English & Science.
yay summer
:D :D
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Wally, oh Wally
linds_pot
June 15 2005, 02:20:54 UTC
I talked to my friend Wally earlier. He told me to give you a message. It went a little something like this...*Ahem*
"Wally, Wally 2 x 4,
Can't fit through the kitchen door."
Then Wally says to me, he says (tell Jen)....
"Well if I could fit through the fuckin' door,
I'd eat all her GOD DAMN FOOD!"
THE END
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Re: Wally, oh Wally
jen___xl3
June 15 2005, 02:29:19 UTC
that's the funniest story
i think i've ever heard.
tell wally i hope his
gash clears up, his 20/0
vision is going well, &
the cops didn't get called
on him :D :D
THE END
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Re: Wally, oh Wally
linds_pot
June 15 2005, 16:28:18 UTC
Wally says thanks for your kindness and also......
Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer...
Oh, Jennifer pick up the phone.
Because it's time for One Eyed Wally,
to read you his little poem.
I like to keep my shopping cart,
with me at all times.
Because I collect pop bottles,
and trade them in for dimes.
My gash is healing up nicely now,
thanks for your support.
I'm also glad the cops didn't come,
and haul my ass to court.
In the war I hurt my eye,
It came right out of the socket.
So now when I save up all my dimes,
I buy liquor to keep in my pocket.
One Eyed Wally <3's JEN
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THIS IS ALEXANDRA LYNNNE SCHALK
anonymous
June 18 2005, 03:43:31 UTC
I LOVE JEN END OF STORY. = ]
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"Wally, Wally 2 x 4,
Can't fit through the kitchen door."
Then Wally says to me, he says (tell Jen)....
"Well if I could fit through the fuckin' door,
I'd eat all her GOD DAMN FOOD!"
THE END
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i think i've ever heard.
tell wally i hope his
gash clears up, his 20/0
vision is going well, &
the cops didn't get called
on him :D :D
THE END
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Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer...
Oh, Jennifer pick up the phone.
Because it's time for One Eyed Wally,
to read you his little poem.
I like to keep my shopping cart,
with me at all times.
Because I collect pop bottles,
and trade them in for dimes.
My gash is healing up nicely now,
thanks for your support.
I'm also glad the cops didn't come,
and haul my ass to court.
In the war I hurt my eye,
It came right out of the socket.
So now when I save up all my dimes,
I buy liquor to keep in my pocket.
One Eyed Wally <3's JEN
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