P is for Pulp

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Words as Weapons

-Knock Knock
-Whos there
- I hope your future wife eats tuna with a high mecury concentration and your future son or daughter develops autism.

Your mamma... is so poor that when she was pregnant with you she couldn't afford an abortion. She ruined a good coat hanger and you ended up just as smart as to respond to this by saying... uh uh fuck you.

-Knock Knock
-Whos there
-I hope you bio-degrade back into the earth the next time it rains.

Your momma... sweats so much that when she is cheating on your dad on your bed at home it looks like your matress is a water bed with a hole in it.

-Knock Knock
-Whos there
I hope your dog stays in your dorm room on Nov 1. I hope the night before your dog ate a lot of chocolate halloween candy, dies, and you wake up with a tiny corpse at the foot of your bed.

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