met a hot chick today. some might say super hot. some might say
i met two super hot girls. all i know is one of them is on her cam right now.
everyone has a cam these days.
everyone has a cell phone
and everyone has a computer and everyone
has a hot body and a dream and all the ladies
want to show me what theyve got. and i suppose
i want to see what theyve got. but im so old, at
this point i truly believe ive seen it all.
this girl had the most beautiful eyes.
midnight thirty and she said that i had
till now to write whatever i was going to
write and then the show was gonna start,
with me or without me, as if that was
different than the warning every one
else has given to me. except you.

britney. sure she'll dance around
and cry on the diane sawyer show
over her cute little gay xboy.
its one thing to be defined
by your music or your clothes or
your hairdos but its ok to get judged
by your exes, and i guess being
justins xgirl isnt so bad unless thats
all you are. but thats not all you are.
mystikal is on the winamp britney.
what are you gonna do about it. dance?
shake yr ass. show me what your
she had beautiful long hair. great smile.
smitten? a smidgen. she couldnt keep
her eyes off me and who can blame her.
twelve thirty seven and the bus is leavin
pussys sleep on the porch swing swingin
nobody knows the truths im revealing
from the table to her navel to the
hot damn to the nitrous. she told me
her middle name but i forgot it.
she gave me a diamond but i lost it.
she kissed me so soft
that i felt it. i gave her
some chocolate
and she melted.