Paul Lucci

Food Wreck

by Paul Lucci @ 6:19 pm
Monday — December 21st, 2009

I wrote a poem.  It goes…

Who let the dogs out?

Was it all the single ladies?

Isn’t it ironic that the world is a vampire?

It has been 25 years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill…

of muff.

I watched Final Destination.

For whatever that means.

I am the great Cornholio.

I need a Tee Pee.  A Tee Pee.

For my bunghole.

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FINGERS SNAPPING

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  1. Blue Froman
    December 22nd, 2009 at 6:48 am

    I'd totally sex that mask >.>;

  2. Paul Lucci Paul
    December 22nd, 2009 at 6:09 pm

    I'd sex everything.

    Beat that!

  3. Blue Froman
    December 23rd, 2009 at 1:10 am

    I'd sex the moon. She has more holes than a harem full of triple cunted hookers :D

  4. Paul Lucci Paul
    December 23rd, 2009 at 7:45 pm

    You win.

    Also, ew.

  5. Michael
    December 24th, 2009 at 12:34 am

    I would sex Jupiter… If you think about it, that storm would give one Hell of a blowjob…

    I'll be quiet now.

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