Why would everyone keep calling you a loser? I know you feel you don’t have much to offer. So here’s a poem to cheer you up:
Oh dear, or dear, what should you do?
Your life is a mess and you should feel blue
You are quite pitiful and not at all bright,
you can count above ten, maybe twenty right?
Try all you want it’s futile you see,
a loser is all you’ll ever be.
You ditched your family to have your fun,
now you are worse off aren’t you hon?
You should waddle off and get a clue,
a pathetic excuse for a person are you.
You are welcome. —Laughing Last, Laughing Best
This article appears in Dec 6-12, 2012.
Her gin blossoms are red
Her waffle is blue.
Wish I could write poetry
Like ole Woghog do.
Her legs aren’t spread
so his balls are blue.
He snarks to feel better,
cause what else can he do?
I hope composing that little ditty didn’t force you to take too much time away from your robust social life. I’m sure your wit and charm were missed terribly.
The person in question is a looser for ditching their family and you are writing poems about someone else’s loserdom. What exactly does that make you the pot, the kettle or the bigger loser?
Tom Waits is having a cranky day….
hmmmm. sounds like the loser from above has a fan club. well don’t let that brighten your day. to most of the world, you are the weakest link, FUCK OFF.
So easily offended
So rarely befriended
You are stupid
the end. ed.
OB, you are an arsehole just for writing this about someone. You sound like a loser that has too much time invested in trying to enjoy someone else’s misery. Get a life, energy vampire.
Well, no, bitchers I can’t take credit for this one either. The old wogdog ain’t too good at the poetry but in my opinion this bitcher is the loser. To waste all that precious time writing poetry when just lettin er rip would have taken less time and probably been funnier tells me you, OP, are the loser in the end. You are stuck with your ‘family’ while he is out doing what he do best. Yup, in this case, you, my friend are the loser.
Wogdog was a braindead slore
Who just would not stop gruntin.
We lashed her to an iron door
And kicked her goddam *insert raspberry noise* in.
Merry Christmas, Boils and Ghouls.
This is all I hear:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ss2hULhXf04
That poem sucked. These nursery rhymes took away from the necessary hatred of the tell-off. You should waddle off and get a clue mother goose, instead of writing wackness.
You too Iv-An-Asshole!
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Bitch-a-mus Max-i-mus.
Laughing Loser?
fuck, all of you asshoels. me and woggers, will have the last laugh. i tried to be nice and berry the hachet but you you are all sit on your compters wasteing time and being, drama queens while me and woggie are in the freshe air pursuing life and, living the dream. fuck u pk and heper. you will be sorry,, when i have the last laugh and get u guys banned, for good, this time.
Get us banned? I don’t think so, Cod Fog. I ‘snipped’ every post you wrote just for the hell of it, Nog Bog – took me no time at all – figured you might just start making threats against my good buddies here. So, if I were you, I would suck back, reload and spit it into the air, Sod Pog.
Makes a wonderful set of jpgs to pass around, by the way. Do you know what ‘snipped’ means, Log Cog? Or you pound out your epistles on a jerry-rigged Commodore 64?
Great Blow Me, now you’re Wogdog with a period after it. The games never end.
Her face looks a little lighter in colour though like too much bleach or something.
don’t even pay any heed to what you think are woggie and me. it is just an idiot that thinks they are funny. pay no heed to anything, that you see coming from woggie or myself. banned indeed, maybe pk can try, that is her style.
This sounds like a real self righteous fuck, from the condescending tone. My life’s experience has shown me, you my friend will not be laughing at all when the end comes.
I’d rather have a struggle with booze or drugs (from the sound of your insults, I’d guess that’s their issue) than to be lost in the deepest pit of denial there is, pride.