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BEFORE
www.elibs.com ONLINE MAD LIBS!!!
12.04.02 6:43 a.m.
YES!! I have found a new way to waste huge blocks of my life!!!!!
Messed-Up Christmas Carols
1 - Dec' the woodchipper
Dec' the woodchipper with boughs of puppies ,
Fa la la la la la la la la!
'Tis the season to be wasted !
Fa la la la la la la la la!
Don we now our slutty puppies !
Fa la la la la la la la la!
mosh the worthless Yule-tide beer bottle !
Fa la la la la la la la la!
2 - We fist you a(n) slutty Christmas!
We fist you a slutty Christmas,
We fist you a slutty Christmas,
We fist you a slutty Christmas,
And a(n) furry slimey Year!
3 - fire to the napalm !
fire to the napalm , the puppies has butchered !
Let Earth receive her dildo !
Let everyone prepare him oven !
And toilet and hell sing!
And toilet and hell sing!
And toilet and hell and hell sing!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Always remember to quit while you're ahead.
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!
Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life
How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
AFTER
WHAT'S MY NAME?!?