Your Own, Personal...
Your own...personal procrastinator
Someone who just sits there
Someone who stares
Your own personal procrastinator
Someone to put off all your chores
Someone who bores
Reach out and stare into space...
Someone who just sits there
Someone who stares
Your own personal procrastinator
Someone to put off all your chores
Someone who bores
Reach out and stare into space...
Labels: I murder the classics
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 12:38 PM
14 Comments:
Wow, you're like the guy who would laugh at the hollyhocks and then spray them with lye.
"Wow, you're like the guy who would laugh at the hollyhocks and then spray them with lye."
Dougie? Dougie Fairbanks, is that you?
Coaster,
Nay, my dear Punchman, I've never laid witness upon a hollyhock...not in real life nor in virtual. Now, tourists that drive the wrong way up a San Francisco street? Lye and so much more...
laughing all the way, you know.
Catchy!
It kind of reminds me an old Depeche Mode song. Something about a "Personal Jesus."
Aren't I sharp?
Chris,
"Aren't I sharp?"
As a Detroit stilletto on a Saturday night ; )
Do you take requests?
um, so i'm not sposed to do that myself?
Nice.
This is just to say....
I could use one a them procrastinators. I've grown bored with my own procrastinating.
Bravo!
Chelene,
"Do you take requests?"
Like a preacher whose flock is about to take stock in what he preaches and he has to resort to speaking in tongues or laying of hands to keep the people from fleeing the aisles? Um...yes.
Angel,
Absolutely not. Procrastination makes Angel a dull girl.
Bubs,
Ooooh, a new avatar! The thing about them procrastinators is you can't get a warranty for them.
Amy,
Thank ya.
personally I prefer my stilettos on Fridays... gives me all weekend to recover
Todd,
Stilettos in Oklahoma? Isn't that like bringing a knife fight to a gun fight? I mean, don't they have those huge Buck and Rambo knives down there?
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