
Originally Posted by
gijoe1313
Dear Fatt Maxx, I'm really glad that you are kicking,
Hearing about your escapade, really quite sickening!
It's good to hear you are still alive,
And didn't under a car's wheel dive -
Your anger unrestrained, "I want a frikk'n pie!"
Don't stand for a minutes time, those insurance lies
Just go and rest and get well soon ...
And back on your bike for a bloody good hoon!
Good on ya mate.
There was once a woman for Jahore
Who lay on a rug on the floor
She'd wiggle her fanny
in a manner quite uncanny
And suck your balls dry to the core...
Oh, wrong type of poetry.
Drop me a PM if you need pie delivery. You can buy 12 packs of Big Ben pies from the supermarket. What a fucking great invention.
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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