Mistress Kang Posted February 24, 2015 Report Posted February 24, 2015 "Your words, my mind. They slap against each other like waves of “What the fuck?”. Your imagery is like a bus driving to space. The passengers are bad ideas, pointlessness and self-congratulation. Your words are unnecessarily long, dull daggers. I don’t know what you learned in dagger school, but you treat your poetic license like a transgender Thai hooker, doing with it as you please. You’re a diplomat- smuggling Krugerrands into the country. Consider your poetic immunity revoked." Thank you, Eugene Mirman. Quote
Manpeach Posted February 24, 2015 Report Posted February 24, 2015 Am I the only person still searching for the end rhyme? "Your words, my mind. They slap against each other like waves of “What the fuck?”. Your imagery is like a bus driving to space. The passengers are bad ideas, pointlessness and self-congratulation. Your words are unnecessarily long, dull daggers. I don’t know what you learned in dagger school, but you treat your poetic license like a transgender Thai hooker, doing with it as you please. You’re a diplomat- smuggling Krugerrands into the country. Consider your poetic immunity revoked." Thank you, Eugene Mirman. Quote
purgatorio Posted March 2, 2015 Report Posted March 2, 2015 "Consider your poetic immunity revoked." HA, story of my life! Quote
Mistress Kang Posted March 3, 2015 Author Report Posted March 3, 2015 Am I the only person still searching for the end rhyme? I'll slap you with a wave of WTF. LOL ;-) Quote
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