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While mining in Tanzania

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Feb 2003 · Edited 8 Feb 2003 · 9 comments

Thank God for my friends in the CIA So, for my vaccinations i do not pay I'll be chirping on my motorola While you aint resistant to Ebola You'll bleed inside out, so they say. At the airport i wipe at my nose bleed With enough diamonds to satisfy all of my greed Is that blood in my shit? Part of my profit?! In the Congo, Death, has no need to read.

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[n/a] TanHand 7-Feb-03/7:52 PM Reply

I HAD SEX WITH MY POTS AND PANS

[3] Nicholas Jones 10-Feb-03/2:56 AM Reply

This is really dire. And it ain't a limerick.

[n/a] Bachus › Nicholas Jones 13-Feb-03/4:56 PM Reply

So, basically my ebola limericks have your aids limericks chirped.
I tried to warn you that aids was out and ebola was in, but you're too busy counting icicles.

[0] god'swife 24-Mar-03/11:18 PM Reply

Hey! Ironically I'm looking at the author of this poem right now pace around his house ranting like jesus about current affairs. We are stoned prophets, actually i'm at his house using his new computer and dropping off some wine, and tucking his son in because he feels that his bed time story would have been too tainted. what a nice daddy bachus is. I have a feeling though, if pushed further, he might start a new religion, or colonize uranus.

[n/a] Bobjim › god'swife 25-Mar-03/1:54 PM Reply

He might colinize URanus, honey, not mine.

[0] god'swife › Bobjim 25-Mar-03/2:22 PM Reply

My, aren't you the clever one.

[0] horus8 28-Apr-03/11:27 PM Reply

I play the xylephone in a band dedicated to covering "thirty seconds to mars, but we're called thirty seconds two your Uranus, and we all wear our hair like Jared, and such, and so on. Because we're apocalyptic petit and 'a angered' rock stars. (Pardon me why I wipe this chirpe off of my diamond heeled spur and tug 'pon my flask) aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. erp. But ah basically we've done hard time, and jerking off with noxema in juvie? Well, you can only imagine why our shoulders bear chips... Ah, I mean chirps.

[n/a] daniella 4-Jun-03/9:39 PM Reply

be "stew'd'in brine, smarting in lingering pickle"

[8] William Delacroix 31-Aug-03/8:06 AM Reply

Catchy...and disturbing. Nice mix!
Billy D