If your Myspace quote is from Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, walk the plank!
If you put everything in life on hold for your new waiting job, walk the plank!
If you think you can cheer for Kentucky and Duke, walk the plank!
If you e-mail your boyfriend’s mom behind his back, walk the plank!
If you flop like Dirk Nowitzki, walk the plank!
i am not walking the plank.
what are you gonna do about it?
Comment by sambot — May 16, 2006 @ 3:21 pm
Poke my buckler into the small of your back, have Geraldo, my parrot, bark threats at you, and cut off one of Cherokee Parks’ limbs for every second that you don’t walk.
Now, git!
Comment by chris — May 16, 2006 @ 3:32 pm
i’m not gittin! i know where you sleep! BRING IT ON.
Comment by sambot — May 16, 2006 @ 3:35 pm
Git, I say!
Here, catch this anvil
Comment by chris — May 16, 2006 @ 4:22 pm
i’ll anvil you real good.
yosemite style.
Comment by sambot — May 16, 2006 @ 9:33 pm