A poem, on why I hate Snaileb:
*clears throat*
I hate the way you talk to me(Your voice gives me shivers),
and the way wear your hair(It's nice under the helmet).
I hate the way you drive my car(Still up for that late night parking?),
I hate it when you stare(is my fly open?).
I hate your big dumb combat boots(Sexy),
and the way you read my mind(like in CoD4).
I hate you so much it makes me sick(He is a Snail),
it even makes me rhyme(and gag).
I hate the way youre always right(about everything),
I hate it when you lie(You aren't a woman?!?).
I hate it when you make me laugh(which I really love),
even worse when you make me cry(How could you sleep with him and not me?!).
I hate it when youre not around(When are you never),
and the fact that you didnt call(Bitch).
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you(not really),
not even close(kinda)
not even a little bit(This much)
not even at all(I can't hide anything from you).
Thank you Snail for all the wonderful memories.
P.S. This comes to you courtesy of the IRC channel-toids. Listen to radio!
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That is all.
I think that's the most intelligent thing you've ever said.
seriously, are you guys fucking twins?
This was beautiful.. I pee'd a little.
I need to mention nature.
Or not a haiku.
Sounds like a twat.
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