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My nails are in love with your chalkboard (Other) by Jeremi B. Handrinos 1. You let your papers expire. You are as valid in
this country as a Mexican mule.
2. You have to go back to your country and
he has to ask you to come back and marry him.
3. Don't fuck with me Patricia, I'm smarter than you,
so shut the fuck up, and watch who you call a WHORE,
whore.
4. What type of whore utilizes the handicapped
for citizenship? A scared one.
5. Fuck, and rock for your freedom for the next
three years, I hope your oral spell on him doesn't
wear off, you'll have to find some other sucker.
6. Hija de su putisima madre.
7. Your fiancee has to ask immigration to allow you
to come back to the USA... Heaven forbid you have an
accident.
8. You need to go back to your country, or shut the
fuck up before I send you back EARLY. Legally you
have to get married, come back to the USA,
after a while, naturally. How long you can keep
fucking off people that confide their personal
lifes with you? Peasant.
9. As your friend, earlier, (if you would have trusted
me, like I did you, with my sensitive information?)
I could have helped you as a friend, get legal.
10. Say ONE MORE WORD about me with your Judas
breath and you will be La Migra'd whore. Got that?
11. Being with someone for the papers is the lowest
form of whoring, Judas.
12. I always wondered why David climbed that
mountain in Equador? He was flipping you off.
Guess what? I'm with him.
13. In the future? Don't fuck with the devil
you'll get pitch forked.
Up the ladder:
Jellybean Land
Down the ladder:
When I Dream of Genie You Asshole
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Posted: September 14, 2003 11:44 PM PDT; Last modified: September 15, 2003 3:35 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.8333335 Overall Rank: 10776 Comments:
14. more poetry, less grocery list
15. More green hair dye, less mid life crisis.
16. rinse, repeat.
17. I know how to kill like Paul Muhadeed.
the spice is the worm, the worm is the spice.
18. the book is always better. [[Mua'dib]]
Mu-ha-ha-ha-deed.
Okay, now you're just having *WAY* too much fun. ;)
Absolutely, one of my favourites.
quite poetic
Shit, you should see my turd cutter ode.
I could think of lower forms of whoring.
And I believe you.
Thought provoking, but not great poetry.
That's because it's not Jill! It's an assination of character. Great poetry is two ailes down and behind the dwarf with the ten inch black singing penis and jesus spelled backwards on his forehead(s).
lapel-grab-haymaker-followthrough. not pulled.
sadness+sadness=sadness
I have never pulled a punch in my life. Patton once said "If you're brave enough to get in my way, you are brave enough to die."
Why'd you have to ruin the illusion and expose that God's Wife's real name is Patricia? It's so ... ordinary! That was the damage done here, the character damage was reflected onto you.
1. Because I'm not to be fucked with fairy.
2. because that's her fucking name. 3. She's a Judas and a lazy divider. 4. the damage done here doesn't exist because it's pathetically irrelevant because. A. With a wiz of research everyone already knows her name tart, it's been mentioned before. 5. I am reflection less, but nice try, you know what i tell you, and what you assume via your own past symbolic name labeling attempt at clarity... but you are wrong. you don't know her and you don't know me, but know this, I'm not to fucked with, and she knows that. I hate people that pretend to care about your demons and then use them against you, so she got her medicine because she struck out first and I am protected if you come at me first you will get back ten fold. i can only be bested passively and another way that you will never know. 6. The only thing ordinary here? Is you.
Perhaps if you don't want your tantrum to be commented on, you shouldn't republish it with a different title from day to day. Nobody is looking to get involved in your business with "Patricia", in fact, the average reader (including ordinary old me) probably doesn't even know the background info of why you are defaming her.
She's not defamed just an illegal alien that should watch who she pokes her lit on in her writing forever. I'm just letting her know that she's not my friend, and I think she's a fucking cunt. secondly, i changed the title once, removing her name from the original title, making it as aloof as any of my other 300 poems on this site. this piece is no different than any other poetical assault I've ever pulled on others or that they've pulled on me... Except for the fact that this one ends a very good friendship. why you should pretend to give more of a shit than me makes you a shit that has no grasp behind what you are chirping about. You see I'm letter her know that i don't play fucking head trips popping over with people out of the blue and going hi this is my husband we have a sacred bond blee blah blue and expect me to play along especially because Patricia has a notorious habit of getting in to a guy for a while and completely blowing every one else off while somehow convincing herself that that is NORMAL. it's not, what is normal is for me to be a little weirded out by the whole thing and concerned. threfore it dawned on me why she had been having such guy problems which included even me in the past. Period. In other words why would she even bother to come over to my house inn the first place? Did she do that to everyone? What was she expecting me to do? How would she behave if I did that to her, and then dissappeared? and many more various question all of which are balanced upon the fact that she's illegal and that's what' been standing in her way. Because Tauruses and COWS GRAZE LAZILLY and blow shit off until it comes back to haunt them. Now obviously I would never turn her in or hurt her physically, but i want her to know that i shared my deep secrets with her yet she hid this from me like it was some sort of game. i don't like being used to make people jealous or as any item of leverage ever. period. I'm not one to fuck with. Period.
make a mental note to self.......
*Self - do not under any circumstances fuck with Bachus* Got it. wont go near it. Have a superb and fogless day, and a glass of wine.
That sounds like a splendid idea. My tart is duffed.
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