torsdag 6. november 2008

Note:

Another noe: You all still fucking suck.

You all fucking suck.

You all suck.

søndag 2. november 2008

Pumpkin

Everyone hail to the pumpkin man!
Everybody scream!
Everybody scream!

Skeleton Jack is king of the pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the pumpkin king.

Anyway, let's throw some pumpkin granades and get some experiense.
Btw, rawr<3

Crack pipe,knife,cell phone,headphones, cork, pot, table, electrified fence, table flowers, another cell phone, sexy radio, siggaretes... And some pills against pregnant women. So I think I got all I need. Fuck off :)

My Hat.

A Poem By Kim.

My hat
I got it from a magic cat

It said
I should be dead

But it was a fucking cat so who the hell cares?
Britney Spears?
Yeah I think she cares

Anyway, my hat
With it, I always have my way
Sometimes I wonder if my friends are gay

A dog came to me
It started to pee
In my hat
There was a hiding cat

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HAT?!

My bad shoe.

A Poem By Kim.

My bad shoe
I have no clue
What to do?

Destroyed, by a sock
God, they suck

I can't understand
Who was driving that van?
Throwing socks out of a car door
Oh, how I adore

My lovely shoes
Once was cool
Now they're screwed

Taiwan they come from
And Taiwan they go to
All in order
To fix my shoe

In a pack, I send them back
Taiwan they go
Sometimes I wonder if my friends are homos

In a pack, they come back
They were hacked
By a Japanese child.

The End.

My bad socks.

They have holes...
They make me want to scream!
They are truely, a pain in the arse.
One time, I tried them.

Had a big hole
My toe was sticking out
Yet, I remember the cold
The wind blew softly around it

Magnified by the thouch of my toe
I jumped up and down in my bed
My bad socks...
They have holes

My bad socks, what a pain
When I washed them, a hole ripping my washmachine
I yet not understand
What they plan to do

Perhaps destroy my shoe?
A hole in my sock
Making my toes cold
I wish I was a mole

Once again, I wear these fucking socks
They're bad socks indeed
A hole is what I feel
Empty, yet cold

That's my toe

A poem by Kim.
Poem name: Bad socks 4 life.

tirsdag 7. oktober 2008

Well well

Well, I haven't written anything in quiet some time now. So I decided to peek by and post another useless message with no sense what so ever. Well first I'd like to update all my fellow pirate smokers with the latest news:

1: Timmy started smoking again! Hurray! Timmy's mom though he smoked like a "normal" person and thus was not allowed to smoke. But once she learned the secrets of pirate smoking her world showed her the path to glory and freedom!

2: Timmy died of ... Let's say "Natural Causes". His mother had nothing to do with this! Oh no, she didn't pick up a knife after going wild on some LSD. OH no she didn't do that, not at all.
Note: If anyone is wondering why Timmy had a big er... "Wound" in his stomach and all that, that's natural causes. Nature was pissed off...

3: Old Robert is now holding a concert for all us pirate smokers! Robert whom is 94 years old has been pirate smoking ever since he was 8 years old and is the oldest among us. His birthday is at the same time of the concert, everyone wish Old Robert a happy birthday! Or else he'll come to your house and ... Nevermind that! Just wish him a happy birthday or else were all screwed!

4: ALLEN DIED, WHY! OH GOD WHY DID THEY KILL ALLEN?! WHY??? GOD COULDN'T YOU HAVE TAKEN ME INSTEAD?

5: Nevermind the post above. That was more of a reminder to my self.

Ok, enough of the pirate smoking news! Here's the random bullshit none of you have waited for!

If someone is wondering about the raindeers in Amazonas then I'd like to clear one thing up! IT IS NOT FAKE! IT is in FACT TRUE that the raindeers come from Amazonas and that they are flesh eating monsters who collect bricks and cause torment to people living there. Their howling at night makes it feel like a zombie army is marching towards you. Which just makes it almost impossible to sleep. Geez.

And I never knew guys could get wet in their panties. I got to tell you, that came as a shock to me! I'd never imagine such a thing to happend. But it did! And it seemed like it would be awesome. Yeah, Batman...

There's a new desease out there! It's called "Rock Crabs" and I got to tell you, it sounds heavy! Wandering around with rocks in your crotch that can't be good!

Well this bullshit is over, I can't make up enough crap today so go to the store and buy me some pills will you?

And as you all know, we always welcome new pirate smokers to our clan. Join us, or be an infidale.