Link to the n*de photos
In Latin class we learn the famous story of Oxford student Tom Brown, who was constantly getting in trouble. The tyrannical dean Dr. Fell ordered him to translate the 32nd epigram of the Roman poet Martial. So he said:
I do not love thee, Dr. Fell. The reason why, I cannot tell.
But this I know, and know full well: I do not love thee, Dr. Fell.
That's where I got my title, "I do not love thee, Justin Long." But for the poem, I think I'll use Green Eggs and Ham,
I do not love thee as a tease
I do not love thee as a sleaze
I do not love your nasty looks.
I do not love thee climbing a rock;
Why would you need to hide your c*ck?
You didn't hug back; it just looks rude.
I do not love thee you getting down.
Not with a girl's legs all around.
After Burt's bulge, it doesn't look right.
More after the break
All you do is bring me grief.
I do not love thee on a date.
With the girl in a shirt, it's just a queerbait.
I do not love thee taking a nap.
I'd only go down if I lost a bet.
But you're a queer-baiting, gay-joking, turncoat brat.
So get out of town, and let me be.
Wait -- what night did you say you're free?
Sources:
Tease: Jeepers Creepers
Sleaze: Zack and Miri Make a Porno
Books/Looks: Crossroads
Climbing a Rock: Do You Want to See a Dead Body
Robin's Tights: Robin's Big Date
Getting Down: Going the Distance
Boxers or Briefs: Crossroads
On a Date: Leaked video
With a Map/Taking a Nap: A Case of You
Soaking Wet: Taking Chances
Nice Chest: The Wave










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