Damn the electric fence!
That crap today was worse than the crap my artsy fartsy prep school classmates thought was cool. Losers.
How did that schlock make the podium? I mean, c’mon, seriously? WTF?
Furnace is broke...saop on a rope.
Kill My Landlord, Kill my Landlord!
Cat looks hungry...can’t cope with that dope.
Kill my Landlord! Kill my Landlord!
laden with dust, unopened
nothing underlined in case I get the shaft
the next guy can't do what I do, when I do what I do
now obama is supposed to be a leader
and my comp'ny supposed to keep me on fulltime
but they say they're outta money, but the reports say they're worth 1.5 billion
and 'bama's gonna tax the **** outta them, me and you
and they cheer him anyhowwwwwwwwwwwww
whydafunkdisgoingonandonandonnnnn!
I thought I was hearing the ramblings of MeMo
Obama will keep the Big Lebowski rug
Bipartisanship gone mad.
They’re keeping the fugly rug.
Obama has decided to keep the controversial Oval Office rug chosen by (and partly designed by) Laura Bush.
Have you seen this thing?
It looks like a cross between a bad state quarter
and a Grateful Dead album cover.
But I guess it’s staying.
Bill Clinton likes it, anyhow.
There once was a man from Nantucket...
First black president
So Donna voted
Donna go there
Rock...River...Tree...
My Bush cringing is done
Now we can all have some fun.
O shall save our day & life.
No more Jackboot to make our strife.
Hail Obama for he is splendor in the grass.
Never shall we pull our head out of our @$$.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don’t.
I sees water fallin from da sky
The ground iz as wet as uh hippo in da river
Mud from da riverbank stains da mat in da parlor all ye damn hood ratz
I ax da question - Ain’t Oboma GREAT
I can’t stop my leg.
I can’t stop my leg.
I can’t stop my leg.
My leg stopped.
There it goes again.
My entry.. lol this is funny.
Change and Hope Dope
We blow a bubble; large, amoebic, ever-changing colors of the rainbow.
Funny Clown, bunch a balloons
Neatness doesn’t count when you lick the bowl of cookie dough
I live in a shanty in the shantytown.
We have no money so we had to sleep on the ground.
I played the music. My father he dig a ditch.
My mother she do laundry life sure was a bitch.
But ‘till we killed the white people. Ooh we gun make them hurt.
Kill the white people yea. But buy my record first.
Ooh yea. Why don’t you buy my record?
We sing of freedom and ooh equality.
But we really don’t care we just want money money money.
We want to drive in a big black limosine.
Get so high off ganja we cant even see.
and then we kill the white people. Ooh we gunna make them hurt.
Kill the white people. Yea. Ooh but buy my record first ooh.
When u go in the record store. We gunna wait outside.
We gunna hit them in the head with a bat and make them cry.
but ‘till we kill the white people.
Yea but buy my record first.
Begin slowing down to turn right in 700 ft. You missed the right turn. Do a u-turn and go 150 ft. to turn Left. You missed the Left turn. now do a u-turn .....
Check it out...I wrote a poem in Arabic:
Fi balad ba’id
Sakana irhabi ismuhu Osama
We kaana sa’id
‘Andama intakhabna Obama
/In a faraway country
There lived a terrorist named Osama
And he was happy
When we elected Obama
A poetess named Alexander Once scribbled rhymes to pander She droned on at Inauguration Boring the hell out of nation The voice and rhythm of a sander