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Pickles Mcburger May 2014
pull my finger girl

pull my finger.

hey girl, pull my finger.

Hey girl, you like farts?

pull my finger.

I am the small woman sitting aross from you in the red dress.

Come here are pull my finger.

I see you there, sitting across me.

Are I's meat.

Stop praying to Jesus, what is this a church?


Oh wait it is.

I'm not here to pick up chicks, I'm only here cause I got invited.

Come here, I will **** for you.
Pickles Mcburger May 2014
I sensually rub pickles

on your torso.

My lust for you

is like black coffee.

Really strong with an after effect of diarrhea

I am jittery for you my dear

Let me rub this yo-yo all over your ear.

A thief broke into my house

and saw a naked grandma

so he left.
Pickles Mcburger May 2014
Sk8 for lyf

I am punx

Shut up mom n dad

I'm 2 kool 4 skool lol

Crunk. Yolo.

ur nut the boss of meez

Im gunna play gaia online

Sk8 like t0ny hawk

Sk8 or die

Arrest me, i'm a sk83r

He was a sk8er b0i

\m/

Sm0k c1gs

c8illin wit my br0z

v4ns w4rp3d tour

SK8PUNX4LYF.
Pickles Mcburger May 2014
I see a large, muscular men

He is strong, like hen.

Look at your chin.

He comes up to me.

"what's up good lookin?"

I romantically gaze in his eyes.

"get away from me, you creep, this is a library."

The man pants heavily, with his bulge in his right hand.

He steals my little brother and does the magic dance.

All of a sudden, it consumes me.

The bulge is life.

I am the bulge.

The bulge is the labyrinth.

We are the bulge.

Bulge.

The bulge.

David Bulge Bowie.

Jareth

The bulge.
Pickles Mcburger May 2014
One time within thee grass

I bent to wipe my ***

And where the paper thou?

For this I shall not know.

I sat in much despair

My muddy ***** hair

Drenched in a mud of brown

My whole world upside down.

Across the field I call

A fair maiden and where all

The grass spread like ROM

This maiden was my mom.

Alas! I called to three

A motherly lady

Who gave me parchment for the ****

I thank thee maiden, For not wiping is heinous.

— The End —