I hide in foliage in search of a roach.
Do not challenge me when I am in my ultimate fighter mode I will push you off the tree we are ambush-attacking from.
Never aspire to be the roach when you can be the sock instead.
Learn to love the sock.
The Sock is your friend.
Let's be practical here, Sock. You are Mr.Studmuffin-Honeybunch-Baby.
NO I DON'T KNOW WHAT I JUST SAID.
I know what you just said. It may or may not have blown my mind.
ReplyDeleteNick.
ReplyDeleteSick.
Sock.
*points and laughs*
*runs and hides*
why the hell is everyone writing morrisoncarroll-ish poetry
ReplyDeleteIt would help my answer if I knew who you were... however, I did say I didn't know what I just said. :-P
ReplyDeletei am your worst nightmare...BOHAHAHAHAHAHA...you have 3 guesses...and if you fail to identify me...i will tell you who i am while you ...DIE!!!...BOHAHAHAHAHA
ReplyDeleteEat my shorts, fertilizer salesman.
ReplyDeletestrike one...and have you noticed the world's obsession with three...3 wishes, 3 strikes, the holy trinity(of various religions), Newtons 3 laws, 3 worlds(heaven hell earth), 3 notes in a basic chord, 3 blind mice...i mean what the fuck
ReplyDeletedamn you got me...i had more pointless bullshit planned out for the next two strikes...now the funs gone :(
ReplyDeleteooh and with respect to the last 4 lines http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wank%20sock
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