"Every fallen angel prays for a second chance to fly again. And over time these tired wings have given in to the same old sins.
You're the only one who makes me feel like I could ever fly again."

Friday, February 11, 2011

A really Random post about a really random thing with really random folks

once upon a timewatch there lived a beautiful second hand. She never really did find out what happened to her first hand but she was happy, always living with the hope that one day her minute minion would come rescue her from her round tiny world. And when he finally did show up, he swept he off her feet and and they lived happily forever after in timewatch. which coincidentally is not anything like baywatch.

A Lymeric POEM!

There once was a man named Joe
who really had to go.
he stomped on the floor
and pounded the door
and finally went out in the snow.

The snow was no longer white.
and Joe's bladder, no longer tight.
but his sigh of relief
was to be only brief
as he glugged down a gallon of sprite.

This story does not end well.
I'm almost afraid to tell.
oh, fine I'll go on,
I'll not keep you long.
Joe, he was really swell.

So Joe got into the truck
and headed to north Kentuck
But as we all know
with the bumps and the snow.....
That gallon of sprite caught up.

Oh! the humiliation.
Ever since that darn castration!
Joe cried like a fool,
and like anyone would do,
he drove straight into a train station.

woah. I really thought that was  going to have a happier ending.

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