For the latest installment of Lady Killer, Nicole has decided to celebrate the Vernal Equinox a full 8 days early. You, the faithful reader and haiku swallower, stay winning.
Heard it’s your birthday.
Wish that I could give a shit.
Here’s a greeting card.
You’re one year older,
And one more closer to death.
So, you wanna fuck?
I thought you were fat
But it turns out you’re knocked up.
Oh, and you’re still fat.
Bespectacled boys:
Four eyes are better than two.
Watch me suck your dick.
You’re sick? What’s that mean?
Is that just code for Herpes?
No? Um, check your lip.
You had a baby.
I wish I could find the words.
Oh, here goes: That sucks.
Want you in my life,
Just not in my apartment.
We are so over.
Talking about you
Is something that you enjoy.
I can’t say the same.
The sound of your voice
Makes the size of your dick seem
Way less offensive.
No, seriously,
Be my date for this wedding,
And handjobs ensue.
where’s the haiku sidebar, zilla! it’s gold! it’s all gold!
i love a lady with a foul mouth