Here is a poem I composed for a hbdoltgirl, who was being a shitbrick.
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Originally Posted by Iowanian
She posts just like badgirl
Her cooter, gigantic.
If it was christened a name
It would be Titanic.
A beaver abused,
frosted clothes it is wearing
the uterus Sprained,
A worn out Cervical Bearing.
She posts with a cackle,
an annoying type gobble,
her pelvis belt cracking
she walks with a wobble.
She thinks that chiefsplanet
is where Football Mens talk
She's cruising our village
for Internet Caulk.
Mer was your daddy
she made you her biatch
if stupid had value
your ass would be rich.
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