Comments | preton: Hey, Lois, look, I'm a booger!

preton

Hey, Lois, look, I'm a booger!

May 02, 2005 05:28

Well, today was a long day for me when you consider that I didn't sleep. I woke up yesterday, did the grandma thing, blah blah blah it's right fucking down there if you want to read it. Well, I didn't sleep. I left my room at about 6:45 this morning and went and got some breakfast. Yay. I then went and played some disc golf, which was sweet, ( Read more... )

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poetry can undoubtedly suck drumajorsis May 2 2005, 16:23:14 UTC

yeh we are doing this big poetry project in english, which i of coarse have not started yet, and it's making me hate poetry, a problem i did not have before...anyway i'm sure i will like yours.

Yeah, we all saw it...... pwaly May 2 2005, 16:32:56 UTC

I remember that poetry project! That did suck some big ones! Anyway, wouldn't it be, "It puts the disk in the basket!"? And not 'he'? Oh well, whatever. That dude with the man-gina was weird!!! I hated that guy in that movie. You're going to be pissed/shocked when you read the next part...I missed Family Guy dude. You called me and my satellite doesn't have FOX. Remember, that's the cable line on the other side of the wall!! Flippin Bah!!!! Oh well, I'm sure I'll see it some time. Yp yup yuup!

Re: Yeah, we all saw it...... preton May 2 2005, 16:44:04 UTC

Wrong, good sir. It would be put the fucking lotion in the basket. The dialogue:

Jamie: "It puts the lotion on it's skin, or else it gets the hose again."
Katheryn: Crying, incoherent yelling.
Jamie: (insistant) "It puts the lotion on it's skin, or else it gets the hose again." Katheryn puts the lotion on, crying. "Now, it puts the lotion in the basket."
Katheryn: I want to see my mother, more crying, blah blah blah.
Jamie: (angrily) "PUT THE FUCKING LOTION IN THE BASKET!"

Watch the movie, for my sake...

Oh contrare!! brokenwings714 May 2 2005, 16:31:32 UTC

for shame preton... poetry is wonderful!!

Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace,
Till the selfish loves increase;
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Caterpillar and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea,
Sought through Nature to find this Tree,
But their search was all in vain;
There grows one in the Human Brain.