The words of the prophets are scribbled along the highway walls,
and in supermarket stalls, written in the thrall of graffiti scrawl,
tis the story of the Great Downfall of y'all.
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P.S. This is what I hear when I listen to Simon & Garfunkel's
Sound of Silence.
Found this on a stall wall at Yellow Stone.People who rite on Shit-house walls, role there shit into little balls. People who read these lines of wit eat these little balls of shit.
A hustler at the County Fair, over the past years,
wrote those words of wit which you did read.
Discovered and caught, then judged by his peers,
They're vitamin supplements; that's what he pled.
THE CANDY BAR JOKE 😄😄😄 One day MR.Goodbar wanted a Bit-of-Honey so he took MS.Hershey behind the Power House on 5th Avenue were he began to fill her Mounds which were Almond Joy.She let out a Snicker as his Big Hunk slid up here Milky Way.The results were a Baby Ruth
Vladimir gladly "put-in" his pud,
Packed his fudge and stirred his mud.
Trump squeezed it tight, ninety pounds of torque,
And nine months later it came via Stork.
A hustler at the County Fair, over the past years,
wrote those words of wit which you did read.
Discovered and caught, then judged by his peers,
They're vitamin supplements; that's what he pled.
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Hey whatsupcocks,
That tastes like Milk Duds to me. Try some M & M's on a stick and call them suckers.
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Trump's raping little girls again
The Art of the Deal, Master of Finance?
Can't keep his lance tucked in his pants?
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More like a cork
The fat shit will dance
On Vladimir's pork
Vladimir gladly "put-in" his pud,
Packed his fudge and stirred his mud.
Trump squeezed it tight, ninety pounds of torque,
And nine months later it came via Stork.
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