The first day I met Paul I just knew he
would lead to great things....when he
confessed he wanted to be a smile face
water tower when he grew up I just kept
thinking what a waste...but he grew on
me and this one time at santa's
villiage I got up took off my shirt and
asked him to wrestle...he declined so I
figured he hated me but when I left on
vacation he stuck his head in the oven
to show he cared...Thankfully I came
back in time to find him...now I just
spend my days wondering where he is,
what he is thinking, if he is thinking
of me, and if he'll ever return some day
So far, living with Paul has been one
great experience in time travel. It's
like 1985 with high-speed internet! How
much better can life get? Not to
mention our new-found love of wood
panelling and harvest gold. Paul has
spent lots of time lately meeting all
my friends, and I'm sure they all like
him better than they like me. Course,
that's not saying too much, since my
friends have this evil tendancy to
chain me up and lock me in plexiglas
boxes... oh wait, that's just Tromeo
and Juliet. Anyway, Paul rocks.
Paul, As I stated earlier, you are
a greedy
little asshole. I suppose I could send
you yet another testimonial, but in the
words of Miss Janet Jackson "What have
you done for me lately?"
Yeah, that's right if you want another
glowing testimonal from yours truely
you are going to have to pay big time.
Tell you what, if you're not doing
anything tonight we'll get together,
do some smack, and tag team some guys
driving
BMW's. While those shenanigans may fail
to resolve our testimonial differences
it will still be gravy.
What can eye say that I haven't said in
some kind of UNinterpretable babble?
Paul is 2 funky. Paul is 2 sexy. Paul
doesn't swear which means he's in with
those select few of us who UNderstand
the TRUth via the neW translation. It
is UNfathomable that U would not want 2
B Paul's friENDster.
Between stripping at Porky's (wearing a
tail and a pig nose) and digging all
those graves in our basement, my love
for Paul has been stretched thin.
Maybe it's the smell. Or maybe it's
the fact that whenever I try to talk he
interrupts me. Or maybe it's the fact
that he sleeps in my room and snores
quite loudly. Whatever it is, Paul is
a first class pimpin' machine. Yo.
Since I've met Paul I've noticed many
changes in myself. Most obvious is that
tingly feeling in my nether regions
whenever he is close by. Another is
that I keep breaking in to his house to
steal every single pair of underpants
that he owns. I keep telling him that
most likely that poor Puerto Rican boys
with no undies are responsible, but I
think he is begining to suspect me.
What if he finds out and hates me!
Well, if it ever were to come to that I
could always comfort myself by sniffing
and caressing myself with Paul's lovely
Manties. The silky, inviting bliss is
just to die for!
Paul, Paul, Paul...Shall I compare thee
to a Summer's Eve? Or shall I just blow
sunshine up your ass? If you hadn't
come around these here parts, I'd just
be sitting here pissed off all by
myself.
top valley and have sex with you
paul. check your calendar and let me
know when you're available.
would lead to great things....when he
confessed he wanted to be a smile face
water tower when he grew up I just kept
thinking what a waste...but he grew on
me and this one time at santa's
villiage I got up took off my shirt and
asked him to wrestle...he declined so I
figured he hated me but when I left on
vacation he stuck his head in the oven
to show he cared...Thankfully I came
back in time to find him...now I just
spend my days wondering where he is,
what he is thinking, if he is thinking
of me, and if he'll ever return some day
great experience in time travel. It's
like 1985 with high-speed internet! How
much better can life get? Not to
mention our new-found love of wood
panelling and harvest gold. Paul has
spent lots of time lately meeting all
my friends, and I'm sure they all like
him better than they like me. Course,
that's not saying too much, since my
friends have this evil tendancy to
chain me up and lock me in plexiglas
boxes... oh wait, that's just Tromeo
and Juliet. Anyway, Paul rocks.
a greedy
little asshole. I suppose I could send
you yet another testimonial, but in the
words of Miss Janet Jackson "What have
you done for me lately?"
Yeah, that's right if you want another
glowing testimonal from yours truely
you are going to have to pay big time.
Tell you what, if you're not doing
anything tonight we'll get together,
do some smack, and tag team some guys
driving
BMW's. While those shenanigans may fail
to resolve our testimonial differences
it will still be gravy.
some kind of UNinterpretable babble?
Paul is 2 funky. Paul is 2 sexy. Paul
doesn't swear which means he's in with
those select few of us who UNderstand
the TRUth via the neW translation. It
is UNfathomable that U would not want 2
B Paul's friENDster.
tail and a pig nose) and digging all
those graves in our basement, my love
for Paul has been stretched thin.
Maybe it's the smell. Or maybe it's
the fact that whenever I try to talk he
interrupts me. Or maybe it's the fact
that he sleeps in my room and snores
quite loudly. Whatever it is, Paul is
a first class pimpin' machine. Yo.
changes in myself. Most obvious is that
tingly feeling in my nether regions
whenever he is close by. Another is
that I keep breaking in to his house to
steal every single pair of underpants
that he owns. I keep telling him that
most likely that poor Puerto Rican boys
with no undies are responsible, but I
think he is begining to suspect me.
What if he finds out and hates me!
Well, if it ever were to come to that I
could always comfort myself by sniffing
and caressing myself with Paul's lovely
Manties. The silky, inviting bliss is
just to die for!
to a Summer's Eve? Or shall I just blow
sunshine up your ass? If you hadn't
come around these here parts, I'd just
be sitting here pissed off all by
myself.