Everyday I start with a clean slate,
But somehow I always manage,
To get blue on my hands right out of the gate.
I try to wash my hands clean,
Only to find that it is superior to me,
It must find glee in torturing thee.
I end the day,
Ready to hit the hay,
But only to say,
I hate blue ink.
At first you were full of sweet sugary goodness,
We had some good times,
You were there for me,
Then I consumed you,
One could say it was my fault,
But deep down...
We both know it was you.
You were to good to be true,
You left me,
Now I will crush you,
Like you crushed me.
Bonus Balled
We gather all near
Just waiting to hear
The start of the fight
Shoe runs to the right
Matt straight ahead
And try's to dive like it's his bed
Than I shout
With out a doubt
Kages out
I'm pulling my trigger
With lots of rigor
Inspite of all the balls
Matt still falls
It's just me and Shoe
Fighting our way threw
I shoot two noobs
One in the boob
Then I'm surprised
To find out I'm the last one alive
I shoot more paint
Thinking this is going to be great
But I meet my fate
When two run the tape
Four or five would just be fine
But why in the hell did you shoot more sixteen times
Shoe
He tall like me
And has bad knees
He drives a lot
Even when it's hot
He eats Doritos
Not to be mistaken for Fritos or chetos
He's taken us all
To play some paintball
We call him the shoe
But don't be fooled
He's really really cool
!!!aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!!!
Current Residence: California Shell of choice: Shell? Favourite cartoon character: Mr. Sparkle Personal Quote: Le grill???What the hell does that mean??