Don’t never do this:
I was out of sex lube, used
hot pepper jelly.
burnin’ love,
TN*hippie
TN*hippie, you just have a…a gift for this stuff.
Thanks for the compliment…at least I think it was a compliment.
Thanks for the remark, anyway.
You laughin’ at me?
Or with me? Either way, I
don’t hardly get it.
luv,
TN*hippie
Three kinds of people:
There are people who can count
And those who cannot.
My cousin told me
Pro wrasslin’ is all made up
I knocked his tooth out
What? Pro wrasslin’s fake?
I’m gonna kick yer ass, fool!
Knives, numbchucks: yer choice.
fightin’ mad,
TN*hippie
Finally happened.
The pool dried out so I can
Fish out the puppy.
OK That’s just sick
Dead puppies are not funny…
Except in haiku.
I laughed really hard
at the fate of the puppy
I’m sick sick sick sick
Thunderbird invokes
an uncherished condition
Headaches of grandeur
You like Thunderbird,
I prefer Boone’s Farm fine wines.
She’ll get just as drunk.
Yer dissin’ my kin?!
I’m gonna gouge out yer eye!
Jethro! Sic 'im, boy!
I’m too tired to fight.
Let’s just spread nasty rumors
About each other.
ass-kickin’ but lazy,
TN*hippie
Rubbing Alcohol
And grape soda, so yummy
Why am I blind now?
Man, I gotta go.
Oh look, there is a fencepost.
Why’s it got wires, though?
I fuckd muh doggie.
Skilla yelld at me ta stop.
Fido dun runn oft.
I told im, “Skilla,
Ain’t it true you dun fuckd sheeps?”
He sez dat don kount.
“Why it don kount?” sez
Me. He sez, “Sheeps ain’t dogs, fool.
Sheeps fits better, too.”
I reckon Skilla’s
Rite bout dem sheeps an doggies.
Da woolz good ta hold.
Me and Sis done it.
Daddy was pissed. Said to me
“Git yer own daughter!”
honoring family values,
TN*hippie
Math is hard. Math is
hard. Math is hard. Math is hard.
Science is hard too.
Okay bout the sheeps
And yer dawg sturmhauke
But leave ma banjo be…hear!
My pants hang so low
I must be all that and more
Where’s my money, b***h?