10 February 08 - 19:58teenage mind in shreks body
You're a teenage mind inside Shek's body
You shouldnt be friends with anybody
Your obsessed , your screwed up
Lifes in a mess, no hope at all
staying with your maw
Your a sneaky little weirdo
who we wish would just die
burn you death you'd take a week to fry
Would wouldnt miss you we wouldnt try
But it wouldnt be the first time you made a walrus cry
Looks like a man you'd naturally fear
Tattooed an pierced , angry, mad? Just secretly queer
Your were screwed up and disturbed like an ugly ted bundy
Cos you Mum fucked the towerblock from Monday to Sunday
Death by poison, shotgun , bomb in the mail,?
Nah just die of shame for fucking a whale
Your a creep and a loser who's fucking a dog
with bull ring up his nose with his ears full of pogs
Tried to break up friendships , and take up control
Id rather have my friends than see how you ...
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10 February 08 - 19:29The ego..... has landed lets all go worship
Observations for the week...
Office Jockeys - who think they are company executives .
You know the initial thought of the reader when he gets an email from you is "Wanker " because your friendly relaxed chit chat contains as much good humour as a Windows Vista Press Release.
The meaning of the email as intended was "Enjoying the job, moving up the tree a bit - and the wedding is nearly organised - How are you ?"
Now omit the "How are you ?" part and allow me to roughly translate in my own "special way " how the email read (at the recommendation of a blog viewer ) of course - I forget I'm an unknown blogger now so please allow me to get the knives out a little
"Hello there little person I deem less important than myself - I have arranged this day where my diary is free and you will come visit - I'm doing a brilliant job, how are you ? Ah good - onto me again "
I have done this , and this and this and this - come praise me , I'm ...
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03 February 08 - 19:37poem "To a walrus "
"Well Blubber me, Blubber you
It's your blubber I love to do "
When work ends , we say bye bye
but you follow me home and we make ur flubber fly
He saw you from across the room
In one of his moods of doom
The ground shakes, his trousers swell
Is this love ?
No, you just fell
They said that you thought he was a guitar god
I plucked the string and you swung from his knob
After that he felt regret - nearly fell in you folds and drowned in your sweat
Your the unique and I say this ode,
with an arse with 2 postal codes
Just good friends - aye right you're just ashamed
Cos you'd get a right slangin-
For getting so desperate you fuck the grand canyon
I hope your happy dear walrus as you bounce on it,
Cos the thought of it makes me vomit
He's an arsehole and ugly -
your just the same -
He's fucked in the head and you play his ...
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