Saturday, July 07, 2007

Gastric Pentameter

In a recent interview with the Nubile Virgins Society:
you're the high brow intellectual big-word using writer that no one understands
In response:

the sky is blue,
toilet paper is meant for doo doo,
i like beef stoo

Take that you elitist big-wigs. I fart in your general direction.

NB: I have recently been informed by the aforementioned society that this is, in fact, a Haiku and not Pentameter as the title suggests. Guess what... I still fart in your general direction. In fact, I'm going to find me some coleslaw right now.