A Poem
*ahem*
Collette
You are hot.
So hot.
Still so very hot.
Warren.
Blows.
So blows.
Still so very blows.
WHY.
Why, why why.
...why.
*bows for applause*
Collette
You are hot.
So hot.
Still so very hot.
Warren.
Blows.
So blows.
Still so very blows.
WHY.
Why, why why.
...why.
*bows for applause*
posted by The Student at 6:04 PM
9 Comments:
... *crickets* ...
(might help if I knew who they were?!)
HA!
"Horse's are bad people"
I posted like two minutes ago Enny.
Collette is a total hotty I used to work with.
Warren is... well.
Huzzah! Hiss! Woot woot!
Are Collette and Warren an item? Is this why you're so bitter towards him?
("an item"...I sound like my mum)
It's more general bitterness, tinged with jealousy.
hey jealousyyyyyy.....
Anyone remember that song from the Gin Blossoms.
...if I could just crash here tonite.
You should glove slap him, then challenge him to a duel. And then you should promptly run off with his woman while he's choosing a suitable weapon.
What if his weapon was a sexy-gun?
I'd be sexy dead meat.
That's when you pull out your superiorly large sexy-gun and out-shoot him.
And if that doesn't work, then at least you can rest easy that you'll be sexy dead meat, and not that horribly un-sexy kind of dead meat. Just in case this Collette has some necrophiliac tendencies.
Aw. Someone wants to ring Collete's bell...
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