Your Ass is Grass and I'm the Lawnmower

by Cassandra Steiger

September 5, 2005

Your ass is grass
and I'm the lawnmower
You're slower
than Noah
with his Ark overflowin'

And I'm fast
like the gas
you passed
when you harassed
my nose last.

You've got mast ass
you butt pirate
I know you desire it
so don't pretend you're not fruity
like pebbles, you beauty

It's my duty
to inform you
I'm about to transform you
into a pile of pain
as you choke on the main vein

Do I need to explain?

I'm back, you fat bitch
I'm here to Lilo your Stitch
I'm your wicked witch
I'm on you like jock itch

You gonna have to change schools
if you wanna keep those jewels
fool
I'm cruel like Raoul
and I'll make you my coke mule

You don't remember
December?
When I waxed your ass last?
Billy Olsen, you daft
You stupid
That's the only thing
more powerful than the ugly you bring

I'm Cassandra, your nightmare
your pied piper ass-wiper
Riper than a diaper
in the Texas sun, punk
I'd grab you by the junk
and make you French-kiss a skunk
if I didn't like skunks so much.

You messed with the wrong girl
back when you took my lunch money
I didn't find that too funny
'til I made your nose runny

I'm the one, son
that gave you diarrhea so bad
when I took back what was mine
back went I went all Columbine

That's what I think of you
you belong in a zoo
living off the scraps that I threw

So happy birthday to you
you look like a monkey
and you smell like one too

You're a punk and a fag
and I was born on the rag
So give it up, princess
I want your lunch money
and I want it before recess
Son, this ain't funny
I'll snap you to pieces

So fork over that dollar
fork over your change
Don't make me do nasty-ass
damage to your brain
I want it now and I want it quickly
you're sickly
and I know the spot where you're tickly
so don't mess around
I ain't no clown.

Iâ€¦ Iâ€¦

I want some Cheetos, a'ight?

Quote of the Day

“Don't run if you can walk. Don't walk if you can stand. Don't stand if you can sit. Don't sit if you can lie down. Don't like down if you can sleep. Don't sleep if you can be put into a medically induced coma. Don't be put into a medically induced coma if you can kick back in an iron lung and have machines shit for you. Don't do any of that if golf is on TV.”

-Lazy Larry Lisbaine

Fortune 500 Cookie

You're gonna die this week. Sorry we couldn't put a more clever spin on that. In the meantime, try pouring sugar on your cereal instead of milk. Fuck it, what's anybody gonna do about it now? If it's any consolation, almost everyone in the world doesn't know you're alive anyway. This week's lucky coffin models: Dirt Rocket III, Econo-Sarcophagus Jr, The Spruce Moose, Office Max Moving Box Model 223117, The Bobsled to Hell, Spring-Loaded Jokester's Delight, Seventh Generation Biodegradable Grandma Sack, foot locker in your ex-boyfriend's closet.

Try again later.

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7.	Fluent in Morse code and proud of it
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