I CALL BULLSHIT!

Each time they open their mouths with, "I did this, or I did that", I so just want to call bull shit, SHOUT!

I have heard the same stories they are telling, again and again, the more they smoke and drink, the more their IQ's are made clear.

Ok, dude we get it you went to jail, but I highly doubt that's why you were in county, you were on a maximum security block, for a gay ass domestic charge, I call BULL SHIT, I am guessing you were in for seven months, because you couldn't post bail!

Seriously, you didn't drink a bottle of Jack, Beam, and 6 beers, then jump in a friends Mustang and drive anywhere, my guess is after the first few shots of liquor, you were holding the toilet crying about how you have never been sicker.

If you drank a whole bottle of Jack, Beam, and 6 beers, you would be laid up in a hospital somewhere, look at the size of you like one eighty tops, its called Alcohol poisoning bro, and no one can drink all that and function, not even a well seasoned pro.

If you are such a hard ass like you claim, when the dude who talked so much shit about you, showed up at your house and smacked you on the back, you wouldn't have stood there and starred in shock, you would have turned around and cleaned that Mother Fucker's clock!

Ok, I am done clownin on that fool, on to the next victim in the other room, This Kat has come up with several reasons to leave at different times, like he is the life of the party and has places to go, a ton of events he is requested to be seen.

My take on him is he is Fake as hell, each time he leaves, I am guessing he drives around alone for a spell, thinking of the next lie he will come back to tell, make him seem cool and try to fit in, when really if he would just except the fact that he is gay, I am sure he would find a crowd to join, enjoy and play.

It's so painfully obvious to me that he holds many feminine characteristics, each one more distinct then the next, each one screams that he is indeed a fag, come on man tuck it between your legs, be proud of who you are, vogue and parade.

Wow, really let the poor guy sleep, when he wakes up I really hope he chokes you out, you do realize that even if you were the last trick on the block, he is still never gonna suck your tiny ass cock!

If I was that guy passed out on the couch, and you kept fucking with me, the way you have him, when I woke up, you would be begging me to stop throwing punches, in the fetal position covered up and crouched.

Go ahead roll another joint, its still not gonna help you, why waste your damn time, seriously fool what's the fucking point!  You pretend to not like good music, give your bro shit, for what he plays, you start some dirty south deep RAP and pretend you like it, you know damn well, that you can't even hang with that or comprehend.

Stop please, its too easy for me to clown on you, stop being a Bitch, Everyone knows the truth, when you are all alone the only thing you listen too is boy bands, pretending you are the lead singer, the shit!

Time to wrap it up you make it way to simple, you really should seek psychiatric help, cause everything that you say is false, which is why I call Bull Shit, please do us all a favor just leave, or shut YOUR MOTHER FUCKING MOUTH!!!  
         

                                               Written By: Kari Foster