~Twelve fast approaches! Chicks, find your dudes!<...

2008-12-21T11:31:00.000-05:00

~Twelve fast approaches! Chicks, find your dudes!
It's a Boink Fest at midnight! (...making out is for prudes).~

Hrrrmph. That's rather hetero-normative of you, isn't it?

;)

~Rose

Someone please tell Bala that Ms. Spears spells he...

2008-12-19T18:13:00.000-05:00

Someone please tell Bala that Ms. Spears spells her name "Britney". Blasphemy, I tell you...

And our apartment still writes poems to this day f...

2008-12-11T07:50:00.000-05:00

And our apartment still writes poems to this day for our New Year's party to commemorate the Jimb:

Twas the night before New Year's and all through mi casa
Everything was stirring 'specially kielbasa
The punch had been spiked - no alcohol was spared
By the time it was done, the cupboards were bare
The boys all dressed nice - wanting someone to bed
While visions of punani danced in their heads
The girls were hooched out, with makeup to boot
But their defense held up, the boys got no loot

When out in the hall, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the kitchen to see what's the matter
Through drunkards I swam, but my pace was so slow
And all I could hear, was that "No still means no"
When I got to the end, I looked to my left
And there stood a man, of incredible heft
I thought to myself, "Who on Earh do I see?"
But ghetto St Nick - for the bootie to be"

For a fat fucking bastard he really was quick,
A bass was soon bumpin and the speakers were sick
The tunes he was blastin soon brought the house down
His cries then brought people, from all over town
"Now 2Pac, now 50, now Justin and Biggie
And Rhianna, and Snoop and Michael and Brittany!
Turn it up turn it up, and tap the keg too!
When you're all really drunk, you'll know what to do"

With his very last word the stout man had gone,
But I took a quick glance, and saw it was on
The beer had been flowin, the punch had been too,
Where things were going, i think everyone knew
In the distance I heard before he left sight
"Happy New Year's bitches, and to all a good night"

Comments on Ink and Beans: A Holiday Poem

~Twelve fast approaches! Chicks, find your dudes!<...

Someone please tell Bala that Ms. Spears spells he...

And our apartment still writes poems to this day f...