You’d need a cigarette too if all those people were staring at you.
I don’t want to hear it buddy, there’s little else to do in this prison.
i wrote a poem recently which seems somewhat suitable:
A Poem Whose Title is a Little Longer Than the Actual Poem Itself
A Panda sticks bamboo Between its teeth And mutters, “Shoot me.”
(no panda was harmed in the making of this poem)
yeah, I’d quit, but I’d have to get a shaved spot to get that damn patch to work and I hate bald spots.
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You’d need a cigarette too if all those people were staring at you.
I don’t want to hear it buddy, there’s little else to do in this prison.
i wrote a poem recently which seems somewhat suitable:
A Poem Whose Title is a Little Longer Than the Actual Poem Itself
A Panda sticks bamboo
Between its teeth
And mutters,
“Shoot me.”
(no panda was harmed in the making of this poem)
yeah, I’d quit, but I’d have to get a shaved spot to get that damn patch to work and I hate bald spots.