So this is the crap I have to choose from? Seriously? And I can't pick my own?
Wow, I hope someone slides one in yet under the deadline because because this is like playing a rusty trombone with a full spit valve if you get my drift.
-Gordon
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You know the deadline is tomorrow at midnight, right Poindexter? Cuz it is.
I am aware of that you feh feh pi goh.
-Gordon
At least you don't have to judge your own poem. Which means you don't have to read your own poem. Which I assume you haven't, since you posted it in a public place with your name attached to it.
G-
This coming from the person who is already writing my epitaph? Which I will remind you suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked.
-Gordon
Hey, it's not my fault that's how you're gonna die.
G-
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