Eskimos always die gloriously,
Killing fat ***** in the Arctic sea.
Swear I saw one with a whale's eyeball on his thumb,
And he just screamed at me.
Asked "Boy what's the matter? Can't you **** like me?"
I frowned and said I rather be dead than **** your gentle enemy.
Made a home of ice,
Don't need a fridge.
I live in the Antarctic,
Where ****** is gigantic.
But who here cares of it now,
So far away from all of us.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
Eskimos always die gloriously,
Killing fat ***** in the Arctic sea.
Swear I saw one with a whale's eyeball on his thumb,
And he just screamed at me.
Asked "Boy what's the matter? Can't you **** like me?"
I frowned and said I rather be dead than **** your gentle enemy.
Made a home of ice,
Don't need a fridge.
I live in the Antarctic,
Where ****** is gigantic.
But who here cares of it now,
So far away from all of us.
Learning string names.
