||[Nov. 23rd, 2005|04:37 pm]
Laura and Emma are amazing.
|[||I currently feel
|[||I'm headbanging to
|||||Bryan Adams // Summer of '69||]|
Hooray for us!
Emmiejune, you're a loon,
You're much prettier than a baboon.
Emmiejune, don't go to the moon,
I've made plans to see you soon!
We shall go to see Bryan Adams on tour,
With banners, flags and whistles galore.
He'll play 'Run To You' and we'll demand more;
It's the greatest song ever, so carnal and raw.
We shall listen to lots of Bon Jovi,
We shall sing along, loudly, and I will SQUEE!
Then we shall decide, most kindly & fairly,
That Jon Bon is yours, and Richie's for me.
We shall be always sarcastic and rude,
We shall always try not to be crude.
We shall both get into a terrible mood,
If we're craving 80s metal, or James Marsters, or food.
We shall be evil, but we shall try to be fair,
We shall probably poke fun at emo kids' hair.
We shall always, always, evilly glare
At silly bints who do not care (about punctuation).
We shall whinge about how no fucker READS anymore,
We shall obsess about the shaggable Trent Ford.
We shall wish to shag him until we are sore,
We shall not care if we're painted as whores.
We shall be geeky about Angel and Buffy,
We shall obsess about James Marsters' willy,
We shall decide that, although Dawn was the Key,
They should've let her be killed by Glory.
We shall read millions and millions of books,
And we shall give millions of dirty looks,
To stupid bints who think they can do duets with Bryan Adams because, hello?, did you ask us first? No, you did not, you bitch, get away from him and who the buggery Christ do you think you are anyway?.