*mutters* dang i sure hope that was the door hinge and not my thighs...
heeeeellllllll lllllloooooooo ooooowww?
*walk over to cabinet and takes out cleaning supplies*
dang this place is as dusty as Dialo's pad...
*turns on radio and opens windows*
*sings with radio* The dr. wants to take me to the beach...i got a lil rhyme for ya each I seen ya gurls they both need a leash talkin bow wow babies, i think they got rabies you think you touching me boy you MUST be crazy...you got the nerve to wanna be my man...they call me...the reallll...Roxanne Roxanne...(I wanna be your man) Roxanne Roxanne (can't you understand)
oOo..this is pretty nifty! cool idea!.to have a place where ppl can just chat. maybe the web master should make an official chat thing..that would be cool. something so towhere it isn't just comments where you can chat back and forth anytime and yea...lol...kknow what I mean?.. some of the stuff on here is funny...lol. -sam- <3
Inspector Wewak NYPP (New York Poetry Police) crashes through door and lands on a gooey pile of burnt latex. "Bugger! They've already burnt their disguises! There goes my evidence!" *Looks around room* "Hmmm, I think they're preparing for an even bigger FUNNIER caper..."
that is the greatest idea ever...lol...poetry..LOL well i guess some would still think it was a refridgerator, but hey... WE will know whats up! hmmm you guys think we should have a party...shame to let these go to waste huh?