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someone here is wierd
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Yes, I'm wierd.
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thanks for pointing out the obvious :p
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weeeeeeee
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weeeeeeeeeeeeee
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bannana peanutbutter and jelly buttslut
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smelly smelly buttcheeks on the creek
gives the water a certain reek Lucky's pipes start to leak Squirmitz gets slapped with a plank of teak. |
this is getting interesting
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this is the song that doesnt end, yes it goes on and on my freind.
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Bang shoots the guy who wrote that dang song
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Tough, tough little Scattergun
You're about to get a cyber-spank in the buns As for you, milkman You're going to be making love with a sweaty old man. |
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Mauser, Mauser, Mauser
You'll be t!tty twisted by a giant schnauzer |
Swishing rabbits in an elephant's pee,
Sheep's testicles in a casserole. Turds, turds, trojans and turds, Seraph is hangin' on a cuckoo tree. |
Rotten old curds
Fall upon your turd After which you got spit on by a llama herd Squirmitz then gets fondled by naked nerds. |
Hainanese chickens squawkin' at the sunset,
Crate after crate of genuine Turkish delight. North Koreans on the go..., Ohh-wooh-wohw, What a beautiful sight. |
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double post win!!! kekekekekekekek
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I win oyu all lose
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darn it!
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you ether hate me or love me, i really don't care! i love all the fools in this world we live in.
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Quoting now wow lol :D
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I strike fear unto the hearts of those who stand against freedom and peace.
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I strike swiftly and silently with precision, and then...I disappear with a poof!, not leaving any traces behind.
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I strike with fluid squirmisticality, and enemies of peace don't even know I'm there until they feel the cold steel inside their pants.
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Waga seibetsu ryou choujou! (warai auto urusai) :D
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Aardvark of Aardvarks,
Iron Turd. **** rains from the sky. |
Gazing at the toilet bowl,
Resisting the urge to howl. Squirmin' in front of the mirror, I wanna whelp, whelp, whelp, Whelp away from me. I wanna whelp, whelp, whelp, Whelp away from my own sanity. Starin' at an empty void, Waiting for Christmas to come. I wanna whelp away from myself. Ooh, help, help, I'm gonna whelp, whelp. Whelp away from my own sanity. -Sgt. Squirmitz's Lonely Poopers Club Band |
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My God, she's hot!
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wth?
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Undead nazis drowning in my tea,
Mexican Marines on the march, Jars and jars and binks of brains in lemon juice. Somethin' good is gonna ooze. |
What EXACTLY is going to ooze?
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hair dye.
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Turkiye.
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