So…folks…I need to freakin’ lighten up.
For your amusement and horror, I will write some bad poetry since I’ve decided I’m going to be the next singwriter. (That’s singer/songwriter.)
Bearhands
My hands are strong, I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
They’re not yours, they are my own. Jackass.
And I will make you feel broken
Nachos in My Hand–A Mega Haiku
Crispy chips of love
Cheesy, beany, hotness in my mouth
You are so saucy like me
Wow, that was almost inappropriate. ALMOST.
Ghost Typing (set to Ghostbusters Theme Song (#1))
Mar-oon 5 is now Mar-oon 4
Typin’ in the hood…GHOST TYPING!
When you type real fast, and it don’t look good
Brandon is an ass…GHOST TYPING!
Have I mentioned the guilt I feel for liking Seether’s “Rise Above This”?
I’m going to watch Wipeout! now.
