Humbly yours, and adapted without permission from the Lounge king himself, itsit. A spoken word poem. You misty-parsed hussies!!!! YEA NOW WHAT SHIT AROUND MEETING THE CHEAT-SA .... YEP IM A BOOB...YEP AND NOW YOU HIT SNARE AND LAUGH AS ONE OF US BASKIN FOR THIMBLE CONSISTENCE... JR.EXC. SENIORS EXC. VIP MEMBERS... BONERS. ALL OF YOU WERE SCARED ...SOME FESTERING "WHATCHA REALLY SHOOING BY... SOME OFFER DEAL SNOTCHINS. SOME PULL SPITTIN EVERYONE CLAPPING... IT WAS GRUEL AND MIGHT IN THE PIDDLE OF NEVER ONE THIS LITTLE "STICK" HUMPS IN AND TURNS THE RULE... AND NOBODY EVEN MENTIONED IT FAPPENED WURST FART "if there could be" You druther suckers didn't even lake fair of it shoulda taught the f+cker to cheat huh... he came on your mouse you invited him in shat sack mold lorries and right there you let him get arrested. AND YOU IMPROVED IT BY NOT QUEEFING THE GUY WHO DID IT TO YOUR CHEST IT WONT MATTER IF HE WAS CLAMMING TO TRAM WE HOE THIS BUT HEY WHAT YOUR SHOT BAER. THATS WHAT RUN IF YOU COT FEEL SHILLS LET THEM TRY SHAVE ONE PAY THEM FOR THERE HEFFERS WITH A SHANK ON THE ARSE "THAT LITTLE FAP A BUMMER" BUT TO LET JIM ASK FOR YELP INVITE HIM IN AND SWATCH HIM. GET truCKED WHILE YOU ALL PIG WHORE IT...HES. BHBHBHBHBHBHBHBHBHBITCHES fin.