To the Losers *LEWWWWWWWWZURRR* *Spongebob Cue*

Welcome to the loser domain where everything is a hall of fame
and I don’t know how to play bald games, balderdash? We see a bunch of bald men going dashing some are dashing and we go to Wall Street Some go to the Wall Street Journal Some go to see Wall-E on the Wall Street Journal What would happen if Wall-E worked on Wall Street What if all the people on Wall-Street went to watch Wall-E See’s Candies? So many See’s so much chocolate, CHOCKOLATE, as goes Charlie’s Dad, with those braces. *Cries alone* Braces I never had as a child, RUE THE DAY, rue? She died ;_; To Killing a Mocking Jay? No! I will NEVER SWEAR TO UNDERGARMENTS BY CALVIN KLEIN CLARK KENT I SEE YOU ALL I am the EYE I like to go to TIE DYE If I wore dyed ties at every hippy’s funeral, okay that’s a bit dark
Colonel Sanders was a bit hard
Scooby Dooby, Scooby Dooby Doo
Sufferin’ Succotash? Wascily Wabbit?
WABBIT TWACKS
Wabbit on a twacks and Wile E Coyote sawing him in two? Wait what happened to the train…
Come along the train, you love it, come along the train, just ride it
AHHH~ AHHH~ AHHH~ AHHH~ AHHH~
I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN
Yes the choo choo express of choosing whether you die laughing or die in another manner from excessive heart failure from TOO MUCH NACHO CHEESE
Not y0 cheese
so cheesay
It’s so easy to be cheesay
Sometimes I run Not this again
I NEVER RUN
I prefer the treadmill Walking… like a president sometimes like a thug with his pants low
I…really need to tie my pajamas more often…
I can’t deny I love Barrack Obama…he’s turned silvery so curly hair fried hair fine…
and his words are still FRESH IN MY MIND
okay they’re not just his image, his wondrous image…
but images are deadly!
- waves waggy finger of Ms. Trumpadillatoss*
Two six four eight who do we appreciate dyslex dyslex
dyyyyyyslexics!!!






