The Story

I felt as though it was necessary to post this... Written by a colleague of mine and myself, a brilliant piece of work, if I may say so myself...


The Story (inspired by Gizzberg)
By Siobhan.
Oh, and Julia.
Yeah.

On a hillop in Northern Island, lived a man.
Gotta lick an eyeball…
Gotta hide the photocopier.
Gotta skin the dog…
Gotta split yo face…
Gotta rape ya monkey…
Gotta write a song… about you…
Gotta make you moleless…
Just close your eyes!!
Gotta make GaGa an outfit.
Gonna be a surprise.
Gonna grate your dick…
I’m at your place. I like yo mum.
I like to get funky… Inside the photocopier.
Dick Dick Brick MAUL.
Gonna sh*t on yo face.
Processing yo information. I like yo boobs.
Like how you regenerate like a frog… turns me on…
Respawn on me. Yes. Sexually.
Through that split in your curtains I can see you… Brilliantly…
Relax. I’m a doctor. Just kidding, I’m Jude Law.
Howling, last night I needed you… egg…
I’ll make you squeal… like a fish.
You’re a spy… I’m just smashed… sex…
I just came. On yo squash.
Baby you know my umbrella… tonight everything’s gonna unroll…
I like yo flesh. Only when I’m blind, B*tch.
Gonna sex yo clock… Gonna sex yo rockin’ chair…
I’m Grandfather Time!!
Dissatisfaction. Satisfaction. Faction. Fact. Bum.
Give me that Holy White……………. white white… Bum.
Lying down. Feeling Indian. Bum.
On the hillop… grating his dick… coming on a squash… there was a man.