heidi

[rotten]

coo coo ka choo mrs robinson.

how you feeling? better?

how's life treating you? and if you dont mind i would like a love poem put on this thread. Let's make the Title "ode to a snail"

[heidi!]

I feel like shit and about to go home from work..Im nearly at the point of tears..Yes Tears...from me..*G*..As to why I cant shake this flu..*very sad face*
The poem's goin to have to wait till things dont turn my stomach so easy...*G*

*smooches and thanks for askin..*S*

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BITCH!..Its not only an insult...Its a way of life.
Our Place

[rotten]

you better be on antibiotics by now or something...maybe it's not just the flu?

i hope you feel better soon

[Blazey]

Heidi babyee..i'm so sorry your sick..and you know that i can totally relate to it..horrible aint it..i bought a vaporizer and drank me a nice (nasty as shit) hot toddy..and then went to bed..AND i cried too..sux..1 week and 4 days of total hell..*fixes you that toddy..cheers*

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HEH HEH

[Më£ïñÐa]

Lacy things -- the wife is missin',
Didn't ask -- her permission,
I'm wearin' her clothes,
Her silk pantyhose,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.


In the store -- there's a teddy,
Little straps -- like spaghetti,
It holds me so tight,
Like handcuffs at night,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.


In the office there's a guy named Melvin, He pretends that I am Murphy Brown.
He'll say, "Are you ready?" I'll say,"Whoa, Man!" "Let's wait until our wives are out of town!"


Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress -- like Madonna,
Put on some eyeshade,
And join the parade,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear!


Lacy things... missin',
Didn't ask... permission,
Wearin' her clothes,
Her silk pantyhose,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear!

[Më£ïñÐa]

auh! oh!

*wrong thread

[Më£ïñÐa]

<font color=lime>You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!


You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!


You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!


You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!


You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!


You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"! </font>

[rotten]

then why did you post here again mel?

[Blazey]

hmm..love poem..
*runz like hell*
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HEH HEH

[This message has been edited by Blazey (edited December 05, 2001).]

[Më£ïñÐa]

oh! the grinch one was for you...
the gay one was on my browser n i dint know it, n i pressed paste n it pasted n i dint bother readin it ... till i seen it .... an just left it..n stuff.....k


..::bye