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Thursday, April 14, 2005

Breath mint, or 15?

My friend Lo Lo sent me a lovely poem, which was written due to a co-worker's really, really, really bad breath. Here it is for your reading pleasure:

Shit sandwich, shit sandwich
Yummy yummy yum
Shit sandwich, shit sandwich
Straight out of me bum
I eat a shit sandwich every meal of every day
Then blow shit when I talk, so get the hell out of my way!

posted by Melanie was here @ 3:58 PM  

7 Comments:

  • At April 14, 2005 4:14 PM, Blogger Lo Lo Lova said…

    Shit Sandwich. Mmmmmmmmmm

     

  • At April 14, 2005 4:21 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

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  • At April 14, 2005 4:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow! I was going to have a chicken sadwich at Dub's tonight, but you just changed my mind. I'll have a ShitSandwich, and buffalo chips with cheese. Can I have extra pickles? Thanks-

     

  • At April 14, 2005 4:35 PM, Blogger Lo Lo Lova said…

    I recommend the extra spicy ShitSandwich with a side order of Weck... whatever the eff that is.

     

  • At April 18, 2005 2:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Ya know Mel, if you'd just stop breathing through that surgical mask, LoLo wouldn't have to write poems ostensibly about others but actually about you. A little toothpaste can help.

     

  • At April 20, 2005 12:17 AM, Blogger John said…

    This is what poetry was invented for. Also it makes me a little embarassed that my poem for Keira Knightley sucks so bad.

     

  • At April 20, 2005 8:50 AM, Blogger Lo Lo Lova said…

    John,

    Thanks for the props!! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. I KNEW my English degree would come in handy some day....

     

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