stop it!

who keeps breaking up with me? come on, spill it! one of you bitches keeps adding my blog and deleting me like a dawg. I don't have feelings? I'm chopped livah? is that what you think? it doesn't hurt to be point-blank-chopped?!


oh, I assure you, it burns-a-plenty. spill it NOW. I'm waiting. foot's tapping... arms are folded. so, I'm cliche. deal.

Comments

Al Sensu said…
It ainn't me babe. You couldn't shake me if you wanted.
8:02 PM
Anonymous said…
To quote the Spawn, I didn't do it!
8:23 PM
Tanya Espanya said…
Now that I've found you, why would I let you go?
8:29 AM
Writeprocrastinator said…
It's Leewee, of course!...





















Duh! She's torn, with all the evan-jerk-als peer pressure and whatnot.
10:18 AM
Coaster Punchman said…
I'm with Write. LeeWee is onto us finally.
9:51 AM
Mountjoy said…
Yes, she's torn between her Christian left, telling her you are evil and to be avoided, and her Vadge right, with an itch so big from 20 years of sexual frustration...
4:09 PM
Ms Smack said…
you're still on my site, honey xx
11:02 PM
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