Dead cockroach rots in the pickle jar.

I smoke because i love the taste of tar.
Jingle bells kept in an empty bar,
what those some flies doing behind that old car.

2 comments:

September 6, 2009 11:41 AM Shivam said...

Two cute little girls were roaming under the sun,
Down came a griffin, and then there were none....

Is this Love?

--bumbum

September 6, 2009 2:30 PM The Anatomy Of Strings said...

better than making prepubescents nangu..