~the life story of the weasel~

[Stef]

you know nothing!
i know you lie, i can tell because your lips are moveing
funny why you feel this is you huh! :
ive never in my life been without men or women!
i have a family that love me
and ive got kids that love me
i have a lot of good decent friends
people who do other than insult others to be a big shot
you make me ill i would feel sorry for you
but you dont deserve pity, your just a cruel
and manipulateing person
i cant call you a woman cause your not one
nothing you say bothers me because i am happy and i know the truth, while you run around trying to hurt as many ppl as you can.because you yourself are miserable
you told general chat you were a therapist!:
when its crystal that you need one
you fail at life,as you talk as if in here is so important
only because its the only way that you can keep the lies going
and btw you also know you started every bit of this
and so do i
k:

 

[tokltusb]

im so happy you like my poem slash joke of the weasel
the only way she can get attention is flame everyone she can.
sadly she is like one of those ugly fat ppl who work as a phone *** person for two bits an hour!:

thats why she er him er she is like a malignant growth
a rather large one
six feet of nuthin but fugly:

 

[lillian]

lmao!!!!!!!!!1 Good one.

 

[tintin]

: :lmao:

 

[angelaplaxton]

:Old maid's burglar

A story I'll tell of a burglar bold

Who started to rob a house;

He opened the window, and then crept in

As quiet as a mouse.

He looked around for a place to hide,

'Till the folks were all asleep,

Then said he, "With their money

I'll take a quiet sneak."

So under the bed the burglar crept;

He crept up close to the wall;

He didn't know it was an old maid's room

Or he wouldn't have had the gall.

He thought of the money that he would steal,

As under the bed he lay;

But at nine o'clock he saw a sight

That made his hair turn gray.

At nine o'clock the old maid came in;

"I am so tired," she said;

She thought that all was well that night

So she didn't look under the bed.

She took out her teeth and her big glass eye,

And the hair from off her head;

The burglar, he had forty fits

As he watched from under the bed.

From under the bed the burglar crept,

He was a total wreck;

The old maid wasn't asleep at all

And she grabbed him by the neck.

She didn't holler, or shout or call,

She was as cool as a clam;

She only said, "The Saints be praised,

At last I've got a man!"

From under the pillow a gun she drew,

And to the burglar she said,

"Young man, if you don't marry me,

I'll blow off the top of your head!"

She held him firmly by the neck,

He hadn't a chance to scoot;

He looked at the teeth and the big glass eye,

And said, "Madam, for Pete's sake, shoot!":