Thriller

Lollipop Gang:

Let me enlighten you, the way I always do. Take a seat, take a load off your feet. Just listen to my word, although it may sound absurd. Enjoy the show, I'll show you what I know, have you sayin' bravo. I will be your mentor, do not fret I did sensor. All ears, I'll have you in tears.

Your Face < My Face
By: Brad Mattson

Your face, look like Schaffer Degen. My face, got more health than a vegan.
Your face, might as well trade-in. My face, more clutch than Kingpin.
Your face, uglier than sin. My face, where to begin?
Your face, resembles a fart. My face, got more love than a heart.
Your face, cheaper than Wal-Mart. My face, smoother than Paul Blart.
Your face, sloppier than a shart. My face, state-of-the-art.
Your face, deserves a slap. My face, more satisfying than a crap.
Your face, should be covered up. My face, got more swag than Tin Cup.
Your face, more average than Joe. My face, fresher than aloe.
Your face, can Kiss My Anthia. My face, got more fight than Xanthia.
Your face, shittier than a crap stain. My face, got more rap than Wayne.

Fin.

Shall I proceed? There is no need. I have done all the damage that ya'll can manage. I am Queens Boulevard, you collect beans like a retard. I'm just a man on a mission, don't believe in any superstition. I'm bout to lay you down, wipe off that frown. Let me see that grin, it comes from within. I do have more flow, but now I must go. Pressed for time, I'm just tryin' to get mine. Babes to see, places to be. Seacrest, out. Please, do not pout.


QUOTE OF THE WEEK:

"People always told me, be careful of what you do.
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts.
And mother always told me be careful of who you love.
And be careful of what you do, 'cause the lie becomes the truth."

- Michael Jackson

CLOSING REMARKS:

Go fast again, Dad. Get your balls back. I would like to take this opportunity to offer my apologies to anyone who took the time to read this blog. Depending on your personal reading speed, you have probably wasted anywhere from 2 to 5 minutes of your life. I deeply regret these transgressions with regards to what this blog eventually became: a P.O.S. (piece of shit). This blog is now pronounced dead at 8:14 PM on January the 14th, 2010. May the angels lead you into Heaven, and may God have mercy on your soul.

This Is Your President Signing Off,

Meatson, out.