Saturday, May 31, 2003
Dowhoop dillies smack my apple with a canned curry bracelet. Take me to the ballgame and play pumpernickel on my pajamas. I wallow in the hollow holla if you can hear me or need a pixy stick because I know a guy with a mole and hammock. To Legit to quit the armed forces until I get my free lemonade stand. Hold my hamburger while I digest my waffle. I got a bag of tricks the size of New Hampshire and a hamster that eats dumpsters for breakfast. Tell me a story about candle wicks and their lusty busty brethren and their ham hocks. I divided the spoil between a Polynesian immigrant and my pirate roommate who sacks and pillages like Rainman on Trivial Pursuit.