Thursday, August 12, 2010

Run Can't Walk

So this Red Coat Wanker, or Really Cunning Widget has left me (and others) in the lurch. Not quite as creatively as this. So I'm now getting good experience in obscure curses...
May you die and hurt the whole time you're dying.
May your ice-cream flavour taste like shit.
May you be as perenially relevant and Friends.
May you experience a fashion faux pas confusing tights with pants.
May a google dinosaur trample you in the dirt.
May you be sentenced to a hard labour with lesbians.
May teenage girls party in their underwear in your lounge room and eternally confuse you.
I hope you get raped by a mythical beast on your next bike ride.
Hey, Randy Couch Waiter, here's your weather forecast.

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