January 2011
76 posts
e.e. cummings - the boys i mean are not refined
I’m sure it’s “uncultured” to compare the two, but it reminds me a bit of the wit Shell Silverstein writ for Playboy.
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bite they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a night one hangs a hat upon her tit one carves a cross on her behind they do not give a shit for wit the boys i mean are not refined they come with girls who bite and buck who cannot read and cannot write who laugh like they would fall apart and masturbate with dynamite the boys i mean are not refined they cannot chat of that and this they do not give a fart for art they kill like you would take a piss they speak whatever's on their mind they do whatever's in their pants the boys i mean are not refined they shake the mountains when they dance
hahahahha loved your reply!!! made my night complete! thank you ^.^
Hey you know that’s how we do :-)
FUCK YEAH I ROLLED UP IN HARRIS MA' TEETER
Little did Ugg Boots know, yellownarwhal kept it real-er.
WARDROBE I PICKED: BLACK PEACOAT, DINOSAUR PAJAMAS, WINE COLORED MOCCASINS. I LOOK TA MY LEFT, AND LOW AN BEHOLD I SEE SOME TO’ UP, MIDDLE SCHOOL SLASH FRESHMEN, UGG WEAREN, AEROPOSTLE HOOD LOOKEN, CAME WIF MY FUCKEN MAMA FA SOME WHEAT THINS AN NAIL POLISH, THINKEN SHE GOT FUCKEN STYLE, GOT THE PHONE OUT THINKEN SHE GOT SOME SHIT SOMEBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT LOOKEN WHITE BITCHASS MOTHAFUCKA LOOKEN AT ME LIK I ALL THE SUDDEN GOT A THIRD EYE!?!? SCUSE ME HONEY, BUUUUT THE DAY I GET A LOOK OR A COMMENT (UNDER YA BREATH LIKE A BITCH) FROM A GURL WEAREN UGG BOOTS, NIGGA’S CAN GANG RAPE ME RIGHT THERE IN THE PRODUCE AISLE WITH THE CUCUMBERS CUZ I DONT GIVE A FUCK!!!
this has been reality check and im through.
Letters from Kids to God
Some of these are just great. Oh for that innocence again.
Did you ever write a letter to God as a kid? Here is a small collection of cute notes from kids to God. Enjoy.
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every time I see a shark on the dashboard..
..I’m like, “Fuck You! I’m a Shark!”
I sing that in my head
Like and Reblog this if you love pizza and or sharks
Childhood dreams and secret stairs
I went to a fair once and the had built up a haunted house. In it was a room full of book cases, and you had to find one that opened to move on. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen (I was 6…) but ever since I’ve wanted to build a secret room behind a book case.
