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Re: [bomp] Re: what the hell?
Bridget has had enough. Last night it was the Dictators blaring though the
crack walls; this morning?: No mail. Somewhere in Cleveland there must be
one white man old enough to vote and yet still listens to soul music. Public
transportation was for retards, she thought, as she stepped over Mrs. Bag
lady's rotting meat bought half off near Ohio City. Ohio City my ass. Ohio
City, Ohio, in the United States of Ohio. Fuck Jimmy Brown. Wish he'd throw
my drunkass off a balcony. At least I'd be in wikipedia, Someone who looked
like Eleanor Roosevelt but uglier got on and asked if this bus goes to
Maywood. No, you fucking alien, it goes Boom De Da Boom Boom, like my heart
last night when Sylvester said: Honey, I was just joking about anal. Anyway
you make me sick. Tell your sister I called. Terminal Tower looks good
today. Like an erection or palace guard. I wonder if this bus goes to
Laporte Indiana? Or Des Moines? Or the wild west. Jesus, my fingers are
blue. What the fuck happened to 2007? It's over, like Britney's waistline or
Survivor or love. Wish I knew where my sister lived.
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Michael Baker
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27 Bonn Place Apt 3
Weehawken, New Jersey 07086
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Rob Branigin" <euphorik6@yahoo.com>
To: <bomp@xnet2.com>
Sent: Thursday, December 06, 2007 10:57 AM
Subject: [bomp] Re: what the hell?
>
> <<and I too had a "What the hell?" moment....>>
>
>
> Now bridget and james stairin each other down slowly backin apart..then
> the midget takes his inhaler out
> And says this is not good for my heart,
> Then james says bridget don't make me do this baby put the gun
> down...that's when Sylvester and Twon
> Busted up in the house... and says you put the gun down..whoo while Twon &
> Sylvester sniffen around...
> Tryina firgure out what's that smell...as they turn and look at each other
> like whaaat the...hell.....?
>
> rob
>
> "...it is often a mark of talent to be useless."
> - allan pinkerton, 1878.
>
> http://www.myspace.com/14508200
>
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