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Uva's Interests
General
Cumdrops on noses;
Whiskers on sex kittens;
Hot cops with medals who'll beat my sweet face in
Music
Let's start with a very good rimming,
A very good place to fart.
When I was young I really loved ABC,
But "When Smokey Sings" started to grate on me.
Hate on me.
My first prison bid just happened to be
Cuz of ABC.
Why'd
That
Jerk
Keep
Play
Ing
That
Song?
Why'd!
Oh why'd he choose C-12?
That!
Was a Satan song from hell!
Jerk!
For steppin' to me in the club!
Keep!
Your hands off of my ass!
Play!
With my anus? No!
Ing!
Insurance that you'll need!
That!
How'd that tongue get in my ass?
That's how this song brought us to blows!
When Smokey Sings
I hear violence.
Movies
I am all the drama you need.
Television
I am all the reality you need.
Books
I am all the ...pages... you need.
Fuck you, I'm high right now.
University Of Virginia-Main Campus
Charlottesville, VA
Graduated: N/A
Degree: Ph.D.
Major: Pop Lock and Droppin
Minor: Walkin it Out
Clubs: LUG Chuggers. Our motto, "I don't give a fuck if she's just kissing me to get boys' attention."
About me: I'm a hot-rockin', pop-lockin' chiquita who's gone bananas, dawg. I'm cuckoo for Cocoa Boys.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo!
Regretfully they smell us
But firmly they compel us
To say "Fuck You" to You
Who I'd like to meet: Girls in tight dresses who drag with mustaches;
Chicks drivin' fast;
Ingenues with long lashes;
Women who long, love, lust;
Women who give
How do we rock thee? Let us count the ways. We rock thee to the depth and breadth and height our souls can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. We rock thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. We rock thee freely, as men strive for Right; We rock thee purely, as they turn from Praise. We rock thee with a passion put to use In our old griefs, and with our childhoods' faith. We rock thee with a beat we seemed to lose With our lost picks, --- we rock thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all our lives! --- and, if God choose, We shall but rock thee better after death.
