The fake said to the phony,
"I'm hip to your jive and the smell of bologna,"
Meanwhile, homegirl still pronounces the L in salmon.
Somedays are deep fried and pan seared to perfection.
This is not one of them.
The bonafide bonerless guy cried aloud that he wished he would die,
so we took him out for ice cream.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
The fake said to the phony,
"I'm hip to your jive and the smell of bologna,"
Meanwhile, homegirl still pronounces the L in salmon.
Somedays are deep fried and pan seared to perfection.
This is not one of them.
The bonafide bonerless guy cried aloud that he wished he would die,
so we took him out for ice cream.
If I see the sun come up tonight, I'll scream.
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