Justin Is A Druggie

by Justin Sliekers

We are the ones that want to play, live in the waterfall and drink all day, keeping our booze within our arms, making sure to stop singing these crazy songs! Sometimes it feels as though I'll burst, trying to prevent physical reverse. Burst, the spell from Secret of Mana, nannanaananana something something that rhymes here... that spell goes boom, like a big greeen moon that umm... contains ariel, that hottie from the little mermaid. Cloud is looking at me funny at the moment, so I better explain. I had to piloit the might Ikaruga through the ear of Slamb so as to prevent him from having sex with that which I most desire. His cat. But it was to no avail, the cat ran away. Also, the burritios were terrible that day. I wish we would've gotten those green marshino cherries that I like so much to put up my nose and out my nipples. Finally, before I go back to the hole that condemmened me to katan death style, I feel I should warn you against the mother bitch flag stealers. Don't belive it when they say they're only taking the flag back for standard maintanece, you just learn the ins and outs of your flag yourself. You'll save a bundle. The end.

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	Justin Is A Druggie by Justin Sliekers
	We are the ones that want to play, live in the waterfall and drink all day, keeping our booze within our arms, making sure to stop singing these crazy songs! Sometimes it feels as though I'll burst, trying to prevent physical reverse. Burst, the spell from Secret of Mana, nannanaananana something something that rhymes here... that spell goes boom, like a big greeen moon that umm... contains ariel, that hottie from the little mermaid. Cloud is looking at me funny at the moment, so I better explain. I had to piloit the might Ikaruga through the ear of Slamb so as to prevent him from having sex with that which I most desire. His cat. But it was to no avail, the cat ran away. Also, the burritios were terrible that day. I wish we would've gotten those green marshino cherries that I like so much to put up my nose and out my nipples. Finally, before I go back to the hole that condemmened me to katan death style, I feel I should warn you against the mother bitch flag stealers. Don't belive it when they say they're only taking the flag back for standard maintanece, you just learn the ins and outs of your flag yourself. You'll save a bundle. The end. Go Back to Writing Hompage