PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

BE VEWY VEWY QUIET....

Friday, Jan. 25, 2002
I would just like to say that the coffee spiller only spilled her coffee on me because she was in such a big damn hurry that she felt the “need” to push her way past me when I was moving at a normal speed. I also hope that she doesn’t speed down the highway like that and push someone innocent like maybe Jeff Carlisle’s (my guestbook scribbler) grandmother driving her little Toyota corolla down the street for her morning bridge club meeting.

I could have donned my tae kwon doe’alike jammie uniform and drop kicked her ass with one wood-splitting kick and walked along. But all I said was that I didn’t feel she was sorry and “C U Next Tuesday” That’s not aggressive. Now lets talk about guys named Jeff, that I don’t know…dropping wordage…and running off untraceable. *PoeticaL don’s her Tae Kwon Doe’alike Jammies and goes hunting for that rascally wabbit called Jeff*

-PoeticaL

"SHHH . . . BE VEWY, VEWY QUIET... WE’RE HUNTING WABBITS . . .”
-Warner Bros
4:38 p.m. ::
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