August 29, 2011

me oh my oh

dear your cousin joe diary,

good bye joe, we gotta go, better quit your smiling. we gotta go, so pick up the phone and start dialing. call a cab, or ya better cook another slab, cuz i am starving. feed me now, i'm fat as a cow, and i ain't a lying. i'll slap your eye. you're a skinny guy. you piece of whore shit. you're so dumb, but you're the next one- i fell in love with. i'll tell my man, when i can and we will leave here. we will go to your bar and we will drink beer there.