Re: TV Mafia (HYPE)
Twas many nights after Christmas, and all through the town,
not a creature was stirring except for some guys with a frown.
Their guns were hanging by their sides with care,
In the hopes that poor BULK soon would there.
The rest of the town was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of death danced through their heads.
Everyone bar little IMULSE having a night cap,
Had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
IMPULSE jumped up to see what was the matter.
Away to his bus he flew like a flash,
Turned the ignition and let go of the clutch.
The gunmen (yes plural) had seen BULK go past below,
They aimed their guns to leave him dead in the snow.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a yellow school bus driven by someone probably on the gear.
A young driver so sprightly and quick,
The bullets came and shot his poor dick.
More rapid than JUPES when fucking a whore,
His blood squirted out, all over the floor.
And that is the end of this haunting little tale,
IMPULSE was dead and this was his role
__________________michael owen @themichaelowen Dec 26
Frustrating when it takes 30 seconds to defrost the rear window of my car when its not essential yet 5 minutes to do the front.