There was a point to this, but it has escaped my mind

 

Súpa dagsins er tileinkuð all da hard working pimps out there. Pimp Poetry snilld.
My Bitch
My bitch better have my money
Through rain, sleet, and snow
My ho' better have my cash
Or I'll indent my foot straight in her ass!


posted by Geiri at 4:51 p. m.

 

DJ. Vesen skal það vera, ég get síðan notað DJ A. sKuldi 47 þegar ég er að spila hér og DJ. Bjór þegar ég spila hér. TRIGGER buton vinnnnnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted by Geiri at 4:31 p. m.

 
Þetta er Sleggju snilld.
posted by Geiri at 4:05 p. m.

 

Robbi Kex eðal gaur farinn að blogga, nenni sjálfur ekki að blogga núna. Þannig bless kex.


posted by Geiri at 6:39 p. m.

 

Það er svo ekkert að gera hjá mér í vinnunni. uhhhhhh..... ekkert að segja þar sem það gerist ekki jack shit, ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mér leiðist
Þetta aðgerðaleysi
Mín geðheilsa eyðist
Í þessu Pleisi
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posted by Geiri at 6:09 p. m.

 

Run to the hills
White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery
Killed our tribes killed our creed
Took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives

Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)






posted by Geiri at 5:40 p. m.