Thursday, January 15, 2009
Scribble For The Scroatian...
How about I say Jump?
How fucking high do you want me to go?
I think I could love you Scroatian; I wish you wanted me in the same way I want you.
Don't you see she doesn't want you back? She sucks my proverbial arse.
I put Chilli in it just for you...
xxxxxx
(NB The Scroatian is a Scottish-Croation born in Tasmania. They are born with three heads. At the time of birth the uglier Side-twins are removed and pickled then kept in two jars which their Mother then keeps on her bedside tables. True story. I've seen the scars.)
How fucking high do you want me to go?
I think I could love you Scroatian; I wish you wanted me in the same way I want you.
Don't you see she doesn't want you back? She sucks my proverbial arse.
I put Chilli in it just for you...
xxxxxx
(NB The Scroatian is a Scottish-Croation born in Tasmania. They are born with three heads. At the time of birth the uglier Side-twins are removed and pickled then kept in two jars which their Mother then keeps on her bedside tables. True story. I've seen the scars.)
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