Bring out the g33k
{ 2005 04 30 }
Mouth is dry, Hard to breathe,
I fear my hands, will turn to cheese.
em | 03-May-05 at 12:47 pm | Permalink
mmmmmm, shrooms….
Splee | 03-May-05 at 12:53 pm | Permalink
Close, but no cigar.
lou lou | 03-May-05 at 9:01 pm | Permalink
uh why?
Splee | 03-May-05 at 9:24 pm | Permalink
At the time it was very very very funny. I wanted to record it for posterity and I when I woke up I didn’t really want to delete it.
em | 04-May-05 at 12:16 am | Permalink
te-keee-LA!
Splee | 04-May-05 at 7:36 am | Permalink
Eugh, god no. The Devil’s liquor.
The Long Lost One | 06-May-05 at 8:54 pm | Permalink
Temazepam? Spam? Leg of lamb?
Splee | 07-May-05 at 12:03 am | Permalink
Temazepam is bad for you, I think you’ll find that Spam is too,
I wouldn’t eat a leg of lamb, Because I’m vegetari-an,
In fact I think you missed the point, You see my friend, I smoked a joint.
The Long Lost One | 07-May-05 at 12:13 pm | Permalink
Bloody poets. I came from the loins of one, and now I’m constantly surrounded by them. Help. Please?
(reading back, that’s pretty poetic don’t you think?)
Splee | 07-May-05 at 11:42 pm | Permalink
Very poetic. As poetic as a very poetic poet. Poetic. The word has lost all meaning now. When you read something that many times it just looks wrong. Poetic.
em | 03-May-05 at 12:47 pm | Permalink
mmmmmm, shrooms….
Splee | 03-May-05 at 12:53 pm | Permalink
Close, but no cigar.
lou lou | 03-May-05 at 9:01 pm | Permalink
uh why?
Splee | 03-May-05 at 9:24 pm | Permalink
At the time it was very very very funny. I wanted to record it for posterity and I when I woke up I didn’t really want to delete it.
em | 04-May-05 at 12:16 am | Permalink
te-keee-LA!
Splee | 04-May-05 at 7:36 am | Permalink
Eugh, god no. The Devil’s liquor.
The Long Lost One | 06-May-05 at 8:54 pm | Permalink
Temazepam? Spam? Leg of lamb?
Splee | 07-May-05 at 12:03 am | Permalink
Temazepam is bad for you,
I think you’ll find that Spam is too,
I wouldn’t eat a leg of lamb,
Because I’m vegetari-an,
In fact I think you missed the point,
You see my friend, I smoked a joint.
The Long Lost One | 07-May-05 at 12:13 pm | Permalink
Bloody poets.
I came from the loins of one, and now I’m constantly surrounded by them.
Help. Please?
(reading back, that’s pretty poetic don’t you think?)
Splee | 07-May-05 at 11:42 pm | Permalink
Very poetic. As poetic as a very poetic poet. Poetic. The word has lost all meaning now. When you read something that many times it just looks wrong. Poetic.