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We can pretend it’s slang for being crazy or something. But we know the truth. It means you went in a cup of shit. A 3-foot cup of shit. After being shrunk by a ray-gun. A half full cup of shit. (Or half empty.) That's in the corner of Steve's room. So it can be looked at. Or eaten. Your choice. You can do whatever you want with it.
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Quaf it! Quaf it!
pretty good delivery. pretty cool editing effects. i give it a thumbs up. =)
everyone knows how much I love Poe, or if not, they should, my favorite male author of all time. bravo on the post, I will never ever forget the day your father started reciting the poem verbatim off of memory in the car after having picked us up from Burbank. Its most likely one of the most contributing inspirations that lead to me choosing English as a major. great post, I was just talking about Poe today with my father, I cant wait to try and put my own stamp on American poetry.
what kind of stamp?
tramp-stamp?
ball-stamp?
are you doing to dick slap american poetry? That's not too nice, as good as it may feel.
Just saying.
hehe, dude, all of the above of course! I thought you knew who I roll.
*how I roll, the who part was a bit too revealing.
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