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While mining in Tanzania (Limerick) by Bachus
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.

Up the ladder: Kaolin Fire is SHIT
Down the ladder: Fuckface

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.7596898
Weighted score: 3.7596898
Overall Rank: 13516
Posted: February 7, 2003 6:38 PM PST; Last modified: February 8, 2003 6:39 PM PST
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[n/a] TanHand @ 68.14.26.239 | 7-Feb-03/7:52 PM | Reply
I HAD SEX WITH MY POTS AND PANS
[3] Nicholas Jones @ 137.44.1.225 | 10-Feb-03/2:56 AM | Reply
This is really dire. And it ain't a limerick.
[n/a] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 > 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 @ 24.126.113.154 | 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 @ 217.40.231.55 > god'swife | 25-Mar-03/1:54 PM | Reply
He might colinize URanus, honey, not mine.
[0] god'swife @ 209.179.213.113 > Bobjim | 25-Mar-03/2:22 PM | Reply
My, aren't you the clever one.
[0] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 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 @ 200.68.202.74 | 4-Jun-03/9:39 PM | Reply
be "stew'd'in brine, smarting in lingering pickle"
[8] William Delacroix @ 154.5.40.141 | 31-Aug-03/8:06 AM | Reply
Catchy...and disturbing. Nice mix!
Billy D
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