You Mother-Fucking
Cock-Sucking-Son-of a Bitchin'
Whore!!!
I'll cut the Mother-Fucking Cord
and that will be the end of it!
Hmmmm. This poem apparently was for the phone. I like the part about cutting the cord on a cordless phone. Kinda made me laugh. I guess he was trying to use the fax machine and he messed that up as well as the phones. At any rate, I'm sure he scared the hell out of the phone.
Gotta go! I have to leave for an appt. (no, not with a divorce lawyer.)
8 comments:
Hmmmm...an appt at 10:00 PM???
I wonder what that could be....
Poetry at its most raw. I love it and cry for the other end of the phone.
every time you pop a new post on my reader...i say (YES, I'm Listening) haha...yeah that's classic....no cord on a cordless...ding bat...LOL
Wow , he has a way with words.
Does this mean he hates the phone ?or is it a love/hate relationship?
Too freakin funny.
however for waking me too early I would of punched him in the balls.
Just so next time he remembers what he was told.
Is that too mean?
Joe brings up a good point a 10 PM Appointment? good thing he didnt wake you at 10:30 huh.
I can see poetry would not be a reason for him to quit his day job.
When my father in law died unexpectantly, the youngest son was there. I have the 911 tape.. the youngest son is asked by dispatch to give CPR. He says he doesn't know how.. she says... take the phone with you and I'll talk you through it... he says it won't reach...
You guessed it.. it was a cordless phone..
Okay, not a lawyer. A hit man?
I'm with Linda.
I'm still not sure why you do it...
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