Tuesday, December 14, 2004

"Go Back to Black-Man-Water"

Damn you, brown-skinned Devil.
Oh, how you make my rage boil.
You and your mother can bathe together in hell forever!

Your cup is big and mighty
Yes, sure it's inviting.
Your giggling laugh and swinging feet!

Down with you! Down with tĂș!


Anti-Blogger said...

Damn...THAT moves me!

Wyatt Junker said...

That's some tight shit.

I involuntarily tear ducted, and I pride myself on being a macho sumbiatch too.

About Me, Not You

I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.