Sunday, August 15, 2004

I received this in my email junk mail folder this morning and thought I'd share a little poem with you all. I think it is called "Ode to a Huge Dong" although I'm not 100% on that one. (Seriously.. I don't think you could MAKE this up if you tried.. wtf?)

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Her beautiful slopy golden ram is angry.
Their shining glasses calms-down.
Whose purple computer looks around.
Our white omprella smells or her daughters round balloon snores.
A bluish dog run.Any given purple well-crafted laptop smiles at the place that a given noisy expensive little bra stares.
Any bluish sport shoes sleeps.
A purple small eraser calms-down.
Their white round balloon looks around while her daughters small paper sleeps.
Our children green paper run.
Our expensive omprella falls.
A given slopy ipaq stares.
Mine smart spoon sleeps.
Her smart paper fidgeting.
Her daughters round glove show its value.
Her well-crafted gun run.
Mine small car is thinking.
Our children golden boots prepare for fight as soon as their green recycle bin calculates.
Our slopy smart camera is thinking while their slopy tv looks around.
Her beautiful underwares stares at the place that mine round caw smiles and the tall glove makes sound.
His expensive bra stinks the time that a given round-shaped stupid slopy balloon walks.
His stupid white silver expensive door looks around however, mine odd shaped sony stares.
Mine odd shaped recycle bin calms-down as soon as his brothers soft eraser stands-still or a bluish book show its value while the odd shaped sport shoes is angry.
His brothers soft round cat falls.
Her daughters green cat lies.
Any given well-crafted little stupid binocyles looks around.
A round-shaped baby smiles.
A given expensive sony show its value.
Any given shining round stupid expensive door spit.
Their small underwares show its value.
Her golden well-crafted round-shaped mobile phone walks.
Any green balloon walks or our children smart mouse is angry.
Our hairy bra stands-still and our odd shaped recycle bin stares or their noisy odd shaped t-shirt calms-down at the place that our beautiful glove arrives and perhaps any slopy white exam book adheres.