Jeff, Jeff the monkey man, lives in a condo, of a garbage can, sisters a bitch, moms a witch, like a girl, a baseball he'll pitch. sometimes he plays a game called hockey, gets hit in the balls and falls like a jockey. the phnomenon of puberty is foreign to him, If he got with a woman he wouldn't know where to-begin like a bird he should fly south, using his ears as big as a stealth, he's not the worst, but we can say, inside his skull is nothing but hay.
Reason for writing:
This is from my friends, and although it is a little sarcastic it really says alot about me. Anyway, I thought it was funny and worth having others read.
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