We are here to test your beak to forehead ratio upon different modes of transportation. That, and to kill shit. Didn't you hear? Last night I bent a plastic spoon with a cricket powered shoehorn at ten paces from the hip. So, you're to late.

Do you always talk to your mother like that? Honestly beakism, I thought you were a very mature young man, but after hearing this recent outburst of yours I'm not sure what to think. I knew something was wrong when I discovered those brown footprints leading up to your bedroom door, but my faith deserted me completely when you shoved the sun up your arse and farted on Christ's balls.

"Here we are, why? (Other) by Shardik

6.

Was that your beaver trap?
I need some fucking superglue.
I wish you'd stop writing about crap:
Was that your beaver strap?
I'm going to give you a map.
On how to find the soul-less shoe.
Was that your beaver clap?
I need some fucking friends.
That can deal with my odor.
Take out an ad for a front door ramp.
Was that your beaver trap?
No, it was mine.

6.

You've got a disgusting idea -
That you are better then everyone.
Take it some place else:
Like to the 99 beak store.
and buy some fucking tic tacs.
Note: ask the stock boy to reach that box
of disposable diapers, since I hate his face.
Your mother thinks you're gay;
because when you're that fucking smart.
You just are, but are all rocks round?
Were you beaten with a toilet paper roll?
You've got a disgusting idea -
that you are a special person.
Of this we are convinced,
and you are.

6.

You're the biggest blow hard I know;
You get everything possible right!
From your life, you've got family money.
And a passion to knead meat.
Now we all know you are special.
It's generous to call you a genius:
Because you're gay and open minded.
regardless of your two inch dick;
and love for shit like napkins.
How do you see over your own chin?
From that precarious level, talent.
Sir, your life inspires me, it's
like watching my tv rape an eggroll."


Here! Here! To aahhhhhhh. A toast tooooo, ah... Beaks with four holes stead three < the vikings all raise their horns, but one sad viking does not. He is ashamed to show the others the truth of his beak, that being, it's not, SHE eats with a gashed hoof a puss-ie with infection and a foul stench, she is no viking at all, she is an imposter.>