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About MePeople that like proper PG poetry are Pu$$y.
-Tamela J. Gordon I think I've been a bit harsher in my reviewing than we I first started. It does us all good. The first seventeen years of my existence were hella brutal. The dysfunctional works. April 9, 1982+me+25=me=old=f**k +/- no kids=no mens=no BAGGAGE Something like that. I suck at equations. Some interesting facts about myself as far as I'm concerned: -Daddy asked me if I was gay this morning. -April 26, 2007: I found $250 in 711. Two hundred dollar bills and a fifty. I hold the cash in the air for approximately 4 seconds, then whisper, "Is anyone missing anything?" Then I hopped in my car and took off like a bat out of hell! APRIL IS MY MONTH! -I am the youngest of four, yet suffer from only-child syndrom. Each member of my family is of a different religion. -I dumped my last boyfriend because I didn't like the way he said 'I love you'. -I can put both my feet behind my head. -I once accidentally mistaked nail glue for eye drops. In King Kullen (frozen food isle). -I took off for Manhattan w/ $11, a duffle bag and a dream. I lasted little over a year in the belly of the ghetto's before swallowing my pride and returning home. -During my stint in the Apple I hustled hardcore. I pretended to be a crackstitute in order to participate in drug testing for AIDS patients. When I'd come home to visit I'd brag to anyone who would listen, dressing up the elephant you could say, telling them I was deeply involved in East Coast AIDS research. -I laugh more than anyone you'll ever know. -I even post my s****y work. -My nose is big. It is Denver; my nose is the size of a gynormous city. My nostrils put Hoover to shame. -I give harsher reviews when I've had a bad day. -I've been writing since i was six. -I still don't know what a prose is but act like I do in conversations. I'll be gracious enough to warn those who are turned off by potty poetry to avoid pieces like Feliz Compleano's (Mi espanol es muy malo!) and I'd Be a Liar if I Said I Wouldn't Do it Again. Comments
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