Originally posted by PabloPittbull
A poem for Squeeze.
By me
Squeeze
Oh please
Get of your knees
Cos' sucking cock makes your breath smell like dickcheese.
The end.
Originally posted by Squezze
You call that owned? I call that 4 or 5 dudes saying the exact same shit. Yawn, I say. YAWN. Use some originality sometimes. It works.
And for the record, I have not been nor have I ever been, brought to earth. And none of you pansywaists are the one to do it.
So until one of you is ready to step up and take a verbal skullfucking from me, and not hide in the crowd like sheep, stop biting my shit.
Originally posted by Squezze
I'll accept "ownage" when I've been owned. Washisface's little poem hurts me about as much as the 6th grader down the road calling me a dork.
Originally posted by Conrad
Looks like squeeze stoped coming around. Aww to bad