Roppidy reas roppidy rar, he’ll run you over in his car.
With your hair he’ll light his fires;
and your skin he’ll use for tires.
With your hair he’ll light his fires;
and your skin he’ll use for tires.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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ooo, gross. first reaction.
Yesssssss.... this is class stalking/murder. I like this guy!
Are you actually allowed to be out on your own? Do you wear a tag?
Don't visit me, I'll be busy....
He's been unfairly labelled, this fellah. He hardly ever stabs, for one. And frankly I'm beginning to doubt his bachelor status.
Once again Owl makes a smart observation - as for the stabbing, hold on - as for the bachelor - check out the A poem - the very first one.
He is a bachelor.
Enough with the poetry. Make with the Freakin' Elf Shorts already.
You gotta have them by now. (Or are you saving it as a Christmas surprise? Don't you know they just keep passing that fruitcake around? No one REALLY likes fruitcake.)
and grind your bones to make your bread!
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