my arm really hurts i almost started crying when i put on a sweater fil said i should make a sling i am picturing wearing a sling in a park leaning against a tree writing poems about my sling with my left hand and leaves are blowing in the wind around me and then kids throw rocks at me cos i am a nerd loser with a sling and a dumb hat my aunt knitted or something i probably shouldn’t be typing either.
i also don’t know where my favorite chapstick is so my lips are drying up into nothing and i think about that chapstick at least every five minutes or so.
POEM ABOUT MY ARM*
MY ARM IS BUSTED I WILL RUB IT IN SOME MUSTARD THE WOUND IS OOZING CUSTARD I FEEL PRETTY FLUSTERED
*to be spoken in a boston accent so that busted rhymes with mustard.
here is a thank you for the queef article email:
Thank you for one of the hardest laughs I have had in a year or MORE!!! I almost coughed up a lung!
I was playing WORDPOP on line today and entered the word QUEEF…..it would NOT take it…I complained to my coworkers how unfair that was!!!! I advised them that QUEEF was MOST certainly a word….funny how dictionary.com did not have it as an entry either….my coworker suggested that I google pussy farts…so I did and there YOU were….I have just three words for you
FAN TAS TIC !!!!!!!!!
You simply made my day….perhaps even my WEEK!!!