Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


I have no idea what the girl's name was. I guess she just looked like a Lizette.

By Aralis

Stupid drunk girl

Dancing in front of me

Doing stupid hair flips

You’re making me sick

You’re so tacky

You’re pissing me off

And you smell bad too

With your cheesy perfume

Winn Dixie brand

$2.99 a gallon.

I have no idea why I was so mad at this chick. From what I remember, my friend Sue was also throwing a lot of hate at her, but I don't remember if it was because she knew her or we were just being catty. Beer might have been involved. I do hate when the dancefloor is really crowded and people hit me with their nasty sweaty hair. That's disgusting. I'd rather strangers not touch me at all, but sweaty strangers are the worse. and I need space to dance. Get out of my way!'s starting to make sense now. And if she really smelled like Supermarket perfume, probably enhanced by the heat in the club, throwing that Winn Dixie smell around...well I can see now why we were peeved.

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