So it's time for another telephone conversation! He begins with the statement that his constant bitching and disagreeing with Bess has made him sick. No, I still think it's his bitchtits out in the open. Interesting side note: I have yet to contract whatever Fatass has and get sick. I'm thinking it's just the tits in the breeze.
"I suppoooooooose since you've been such a good girl, I can give you a massage tomorrow." Ew. Just ew. I need to bleach my brain. Right now.
And now here we go with him making fart noises into the phone for hours on end. Seriously, it's like he's talking to a 5 year old.
"I'm already hating the semester." Yeah, I hate you too, you bulbous, pus-filled fuck.
Ooooh! Now we know why Fatass's back hurts! He was sitting on a dryer and jumped, landing it wrong, thus confirming the stereotype that fat rednecks should not jump around without careful planning.
Now he's calling people lazy cowards. Has he looked in the mirror lately?
(Loogie break)
Now he's asking me if he's being too loud for me. If he only knew... I think I smell a musical interlude coming... if you all will please turn your songbooks to "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra...
Fatass doesn't know that my K-Star and me
Make fun of his life every damn day
He does such stupid shit
And I say it's okay
But still I blog away
And Fatass doesn't know!
Oh, Fatass doesn't know-oh...
So don't tell Fatass,
Fatass doesn't know, Fatass doesn't know.
So don't tell Fatass!
You know I say I'm just gaming
But I'm really Insult Hall of Faming
'Cause Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know,
So don't tell Fatass,
Fatass doesn't know.
So don't tell Fatass!
I can't believe he's so smelly,
Or that Bitchface likes his belly,
Bess has got him on the phone
And I'm trying not to groan
It's so gross 'cause he's just flaming, flaming...
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know,
So don't tell Fatass!
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know.
So don't tell Fatass,
I'll put show,
Everyone will go.
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know.
Fatass doesn't know.
The use of soap?
You say nope.
It'd be so cool
If you just croak.
Until then the words will flow
Laughing so hard because Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know!
I blog about his bitchtits...
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know,
Fatass doesn't know!
Don't tell Fatass!
Fatass doesn't know!
Fatass will know!
Fatass has to know!
Fatass gotta know!
Gonna tell Fatass!
Gonna tell him myself!
Fatass has to know!
Fatass has to know!
Fatass has to know!
Fatass has to know!
Fatass has to know!
Fatass has to know!
Fatass doesn't know!
(Chant with me!!!) Fatass doesn't know!
Fatass doesn't know!
Fatass doesn't know!
Fatass doesn't know!
Fatass doesn't know!
Fatass doesn't know!
Fatass doesn't know!
FATASS HAS TO GO!
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