Rants
SO CAL - Rants. As of late, seem to be my closest friends. They don’t leave a mess on the table, they don’t drink your last beer, and they certainly don’t drive you to the brink of mental breakdown with their casual yet painfully redundant “your mother” jokes.
No picture, no focus. This post will hopefully stick out like a soar thumb on this neatly polished and showroom ready newly redesigned (if only administratively) website.
I haven’t posted in a while and this is why.
4 comments:
Sharing my pain. I'm good like that.
Your mama's so fat her neck looks like a pair of hot dogs.
Your mama's so fat when she sits on my face I can't hear the stereo.
Your mama's so stupid she could trip over a cordless phone.
Yeah, well you're mamma was an extra on The Simpsons and shit.
Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact, ya mama smokes crack
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
Her knuckles only drag cuz she so poor she can't afford razors to shave off the hair.
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