Red, red rose shiznit
Love is like a red, red rose...
(Ever wonder what happens when two insane people bounce around a very overused cliche? No? Well, then pretend you have and read on.)

twigchan: thanks

sewersider: No, thank YOU

sewersider: Cause I got to come up with a good theory on love

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose in that you can hit people with it and they'll bleed

sewersider: Muhahahahaha

sewersider: Bleeeeed! Bleeeeeeeeed!

twigchan: love is like a red red rose that always wilts because nobody has figured out that fake flowers work better

sewersider: Yeowch!

twigchan: love is like a red, red, rose that is really bullshit in disguise

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, stick it up the wrong place and you're in trouble

twigchan: love is like a red, red rose, and i'm allergic

twigchan: i like that one

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, except it smells like cat pee and tastes worse

sewersider: Oh god, that was wrong on SO many levels I can't even begin

twigchan: lols

twigchan: i like my allergic thing

sewersider: That's good

twigchan: i'm putting it in my profile AFTER tomorrow

sewersider: I like my stick it up the wrong place

twigchan: "love is like a red, red rose, and i'm allergic!"

twigchan: lol

sewersider: Ouch...how would that feel, a thorn up your...

twigchan: nose

sewersider: Precisely

twigchan: yea, that wouldn't be very pleasant now would it

twigchan: but geez, think of a rose up your...

twigchan: ear

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, you can cram it all up your ass

twigchan: love is like a red, red rose, try stepping on it and your feet bleed

twigchan: these are great

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, you try to eat it and you shit thorns for a week

twigchan: LOL

twigchan: get anywhere near it and all that happens is you get stung, pricked, bleed to death, and die

twigchan: love is like a red, red rose: which should be outlawed, i mean, look what it did to romeo and juliet

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, it's pretty until you unleash the locusts

twigchan: insightful

twigchan: not as good as sensitive people taste like saltwater

sewersider: No, locusts

twigchan: but hey, you're learning

twigchan: ; )

twigchan: hehe

sewersider: Mmm...locusts

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, you feed it to your cat and they puke it up all over the rug

twigchan: love is like a red, red, rose: kiss it, and you end up with red, red lips and red, bleeding teeth

twigchan: and red, red teath, and a red, bleeding tongue

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, shove it in a rifle and it does as much as a hippie on fire

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose until you get close enough to see it's the evil bitch monster of death, then it's kind of creepy

twigchan: lols

twigchan: love is like a red, red rose, until you wake up and reality hits you in the face in the form of a grand piano falling from a 80 story building

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, Spanish dancers floss with it

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, it makes you shit interesting colors

twigchan: love is like a red, red rose, until the monster dog eats the rosebushes, and then its just overrated red poop

sewersider: lol

twigchan: we did like the same thing

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, have sex with it and you end up bleeding out one or two holes

twigchan: owch

sewersider: Yeowch indeed

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, it tastes good with chocolate syrup

sewersider: *snicker*

twigchan: love is like a red, red rose, men use it for sex

sewersider: Eeeeeeeeeew!!

twigchan: joking

sewersider: *shudder*

sewersider: That's peaches, you dip

sewersider: Mmm...peach dip

twigchan: *shudder*

sewersider: Love is like a red, red rose, so many people have it in their screenname that you start wishing the fucking things never existed

sewersider: Love is like pie, it tastes best straight from the oven

twigchan: no fair changing the quote

sewersider: Love is like twig's ass, it doesn't really exist

twigchan: owchies

twigchan: love is like ben's....

twigchan: *smirk*

twigchan: ...it doesn't really exist

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