I got tagged with this, er, crap, hehe. So here goes.
Turd in a punchbowl,
Who to serve it to?
Turn in a punchbowl,
Mrs. Clinton, it’s for you.
There you go poetry at its best. Now according to the rules, I have to pass it on. So here we go.
Straight White Guy
Velociman – who seems to be mad at me for some reason or the other…
Parkway Rest Stop
Check the time stamp hon, that weren’t Velociman, that were the Mutant!
Ah, so I see. So who got the testicle?
Oh yeah… that. I guess I’d better make a decision!