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| Lusting Over Leelee | His name is Matthew, you know him as Bones He's the one that bitches and moans He posts all his thoughts in Internet blogs And in his spare time he kills a few dogs. Now that's not to say he does as he pleases He just gets a kick from looking like Jesus And when not on the net where will he be? In his private place under his favourite tree. He's not a bad guy when he's stopped being drippy And all touchy-feely like a God damned hippy We know he's upset with his break-up from Dawn But that's why we have Internet porn. Now your cat is dead, your relationship too And we tried to be sympathetic to you But when that didn't work we turned it to fun Which made you spit your dummy* and run. Less than 12 later you're back making posts Saying the old you is back among other boasts But remember this phrase as you may still mourn ANYTHING THAT YOU POST IS OPEN TO SCORN!!!!!! *(For those not in the know a dummy is a pacifier, but that didn't seem to fit as well).
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| Lusting Over Leelee | Quote:
I was toying with the rhyme as I lay awake at 6am, but it just sorta fell into place once I was loaded up on caffiene. The pic just set it off. Glad y'all liked it anyway.
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