The parental terrorist is back. He in his shiny armor bringing noise pollution. This constructor of children's cries, screams, and sad faces. The taker of the hot bimbo toothfairys bank account. I despise, no, hate the hobbit looking entrepreneur. Making me say no over and over for the next 6 months. Fn ice cream truck driver.
Parental Terrorist
I suppose, if you can find
I suppose, if you can find some old archival hole somewhere to stick it in.
I had to look in the mirror last night and say: I'm smart enough, I'm hot enough, and dang it the ugly bimbo toothfairys like me.
That which does not kill you, only makes you stronger...
Failure is not an option!
The Ice Cream Man!!!
It always takes me back to the Eddie Murphy "Raw" routine. Good times...
But, whenever Mr. Flippin'-Ice-Cream-truck-with-the-obnoxious-sounds comes by, I would always tell my kids, "Look!! the Music Truck is coming to play music for us!" That worked... until they could read, at least. Now I just throw tomatoes at 'em.*
And I love Bellyman's poetry. I agree. And it feels like it comes from the gut. Good stuff.
*(Kidding. I wouldn't want to waste the tomatoes.)
I started to go through some
I started to go through some old treads, cause I'm board at work, and to much suprise I found the old "Poet that didn"t know it" thread. Well don"t I feel like a big arse. I thought JP was ribbing me. So I reacted with dry humor. Sorry JP! :-)
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