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ode to bad taco meat

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Aug 2002 · Edited 22 Aug 2002 · 5 comments

A feaste laid out before me (Aye Chihuahua!) my innards quickened with eager quiverings; The bowle was whyte as winges of angels! Now, Zounds! They growle three-folde.

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[6] deleted user 22-Aug-02/1:10 PM Reply

Scatastic!

[1] deleted user 22-Aug-02/1:19 PM Reply

this is worse than the real Dark Angel's "poetry." it stinks worse than the toilet mentioned within.

[0] <~> 22-Aug-02/1:28 PM Reply

are you SURE this isn't the real dark angel? (me thinks it lacks a certain special something...to be HIS)

[n/a] nentwined 22-Aug-02/1:56 PM Reply

hmm. same ips as balthazar, zzinnia66, malvolio... don't see any correlation with da's ips, though. ?

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Aug-02/1:56 PM Reply

Someone on this site must think that imitative mockery is a difficult or interesting form of taunting. It is not. This work is devoid of any of the wond'rous splendour that infuses my heav'nly odes. I will thank you, Sir, to cease your mediocre attempts at parody afore ye make a worse fool our of yourself than ye already are.