Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Knockin on Summer's New Door

Sonny, wipe the blood from my face, I am sick and tired of the war.
Got a long black feeling and its hard to trace, I hate being Summers new door.

3 comments:

  1. That's so depressing, Door. You've got me kinda starting to feel a little sorry for you. God, I hope it doesn't last. There's so much more fun to be had at your expense.

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  2. Door, get over yourself and learn to love the abuse. I am a carcinogen. Black and falling apart from years of neglect and outright torture by cigarette smoke and leaky AC... and I wouldn't change that for the world.

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  3. Yeah seriously Door, you're whinier than that punk JCB. He's cruising for a bruising, but since you are not the best defenseman in the NHL like me and you got cut in the first round of Making the Band so you're not in a faux hit-making collective like JCB, let me give you some advice.

    Grow a pair.

    Its cry-babies like you that force me to hang out at Cafe Aisa. I mean there's only one door at Cafe Asia and its way manlier than you are.

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