these geniuses get in a limo from the victory. THE VICTORY. A LIMO. way to think outside the box for your stag, bros. then once inside, they got all brave and flashed me gang/bullshit signs. one chief had a cane. maybe he got hit by a slingshot in sarnia. they were hosers.
oh i must have been LOADED last nite cos i was watching this little thing on fefe dobson and IDENTIFIED with it.
we got in a fight cos i wanted to buy a huge bag of chips and put my face in it but we got beef jerky and a tuna sandwich instead (didn’t even eat the sandwich) and my feet were killing me and i thought fil was going to make me run across the street and i turned it into a metaphor of how he isn’t a gentleman then we had mugs of bailey’s, fil met the sandman and i related to fefe dobson. what a winner, right?
OK ON WITH RAYMI’S POETRY SLAM WAR
play with words? holy i just barfed in my mouth and am choking on your loser shame. thanks a lot, buzzkill.
