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(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 |