Posted by Joan797 on December 25, 2006, at 7:19:53
"I will not go gently into that good night............"
Quotes, quotes, my head if filled with them.
They are oozing out of my poors.
My life is one stupid quote or song lyric after another.Who the f*ck do I think I am?
Little f*cking Orphan Joanny.............."Christmas is never gong to be the same from now on Joan, our parents are dead." No Sh*t Sherlock, but thanks for the reminder.
"It's not fried Daddy, it's Shake N Bake."
God, he was such an *ss, but I miss him. I miss the institution of him.
"Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death's the other."
"There's nothing wrong with Big Daddy, why he ate like a P-I-G hog at supper."
My weekness runs deeply within my soul.
Why don'tcha love me like ya used ta do...........
You ripped my panties, and I can't go home with ripped panties.
"The grass is always greener over the septic tank."
But I can't smell the septic tank because noone has mowed the f*cking grass, and for the life of me, I can't seem to figure out why the damn mower won't start.
"Hey Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me"
Addictions, addictions, I am consume with addictions.
Ahhhhhhhhh, but sex, sex with you, sex which is not even that good, that addiction, that one taste better than all the others.
"Only Whores smoke cigarettes" Yes, Grandma-ma, I smoke after f*cking, it's a wonderful culmination activity to the naughty sinful experience of cupling with one other than your beloved.
Ahhh, Christmas. The time of reflection, pain and suffering.
Merry F-in one to one and all.
poster:Joan797
thread:716272
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