I was reading the latest Penny Arcade-making fun of kindle, classic literature and Jersey Shore- and chatting with my friend and popped out this little gem off the top of my head. The more I stare at what I did in a few seconds, the more I want to devote an hour or so to polish and finish. Anyway here's a taste to whet your whistle:
From Brosef Derpspeare's upcoming tragedy S'itch, Act III, Scene 1
To gym or tan, that is the question
Whether 'tis more alpha in the mind to suffer
The Swings and slurs of drunk grenades
Or to take abs against a pack of bitches,
And by impressing, fuck them? To hump, to bone
To fuck, perchance to burn, aye but there's the rub
The cream for my rash...the undiscover'd urinary tract
From whose bladder, no pee returns
Thus herepes doth make cowards of us all
And thus the orange hue of Situation
Is sicklied o'er with a pale film of Rid(TM)
Soften now, the slattern Snooki! Gorgon, in thy shrieks
Be all my lays remembered!
LOL 2 DEEP 4 U!
