Saturday, June 3, 2006

Voicemail Vendetta

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Hmm…well.

I can’t even be mad at you for re-opening that hole in the plaster wall...again.
to be frankly honest with you, I’d like to fuck you with just the tip.
'Cause you've got me fiendin like Jodeci.
There’s no use in even thinking about stopping the addiction...
You’d only make things worse, coming six times worse.

I’ve inspected and injected, and my bath and body works.
I call my dick Verity, and you know what they say – truth hurts.
I gotta say, with that pearl necklace and birthday suit, you look dressed to impress

Three hundred thread count my ass, my white sheets are in shreds
from you taking out your sexual frustrations...
and the fact that you came so hard, you blew a hole through my sheet
But that’s ok, because I took out my frustration on your clit

I'm so uptight, because I’m about unleash the great white
Right onto your face, therefore your new name is Babyface

I got a rough order of fucking here, with a side order of hand full of hair, red ass cheeks and raunchy nothings in my ear
You can pay me later in blowjobs and facials
So don’t worry about not getting yours, ok?

Poetry in motion if I don’t say so myself
No offense, but I don’t want neither breakfast nor eggs
I need three orders of sleep...

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