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"lindsy" poems
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues with no true meaning as usual. Bastardo's heart had been broken for Drew had left him a beaten and love bitten luchador slash attorney. Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why I never dropped acid anymore. Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers to which his only response was ****** amigo i never knew i was married. As his attorney i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding its legal jargin you couldnt possibly understand. His deadline was near and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off so being we had been in the bar for more than eight hours we decided to make a exit through the mens room window. Front doors are over rated. In my legal office slash camper hey eveyone starts somewhere okay. I was reminded of my loved hellcat Drew she had left many items here a satanic bible her boil cream. how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes. How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table so the ginger bread people couldnt find him and return him to there bitter talentless leader Kate Perry i swear if you stab me one more time senior gonzo with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your *** Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew. i should never have introduced her el man donkey who resist such a uhh personallity. But now here I sit with a madman under my table tripping his ***** off insisting I contact Simon Cowell to inform him man tities are so yesterday. If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std. Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson will need me. The road warrior was a true classico and he seemed so well balanced compared to my reallity challenged cilent. Remember kids if ever you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo its probaly best you hide all sharp objects. adios Bastardo
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Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
Viva La ********
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues with no true meaning as usual. Bastardo's heart had been broken for Drew had left him a beaten and love bitten luchador slash attorney. Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why I never dropped acid anymore. Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers to which his only response was ****** amigo i never knew i was married. As his attorney i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding its legal jargin you couldnt possibly understand. His deadline was near and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off so being we had been in the bar for more than eight hours we decided to make a exit through the mens room window. Front doors are over rated. In my legal office slash camper hey eveyone starts somewhere okay. I was reminded of my loved hellcat Drew she had left many items here a satanic bible her boil cream. how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes. How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table so the ginger bread people couldnt find him and return him to there bitter talentless leader Kate Perry i swear if you stab me one more time senior gonzo with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your *** Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew. i should never have introduced her el man donkey who resist such a uhh personallity. But now here I sit with a madman under my table tripping his ***** off insisting I contact Simon Cowell to inform him man tities are so yesterday. If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std. Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson will need me. The road warrior was a true classico and he seemed so well balanced compared to my reallity challenged cilent. Remember kids if ever you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo its probaly best you hide all sharp objects. adios Bastardo
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Passed out on a diffrent floor. Honey I know I didnt call but i thinks aliens abducted me cause my **** is glowing and **** is sore. Jack Daniels is my designated driver. Im a pervert in trainning. Five ex wives, ten affairs and a slipped disk in my back you go tiger. A permanet batchelor and permanet offender oh how very sad. Shake your head say what you will. But if we were good who would be bad. Im so fargone i have no choice but to stay crazy. Sure i remember your name. Rebecca ,Sarah, Vicky, Susan, it's gotta be one of thoose wait let me see oh yes Daisy. Just outta rehab boy i could use a drink! Do i know Lindsy? Got drugs? what the **** do you think? It's cold outside and for a overpriced beer and a stripclub i always thirst. Outta all the voices in my head im pretty much the worst. im not your next door neighbor isnt your liqour cabinet, your daughter, your wife ,your grandma pretty much everyone and you included glad? Change my ways sugar tit's? What we must ask children if i was good than how the **** could ever be this bad.
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 11:44 AM UTC
If We Were Good Who'd Be Bad?