Gems Splattered

An ode to ye. Ye whoeth spout bullshit whilst a passing notepad passes not so passively, Ye whoeth in ever allusive shame let thy's tounge remain freed from thy's brain. Ye whoeth is everyone, without restriction.

"Fall down a big hole"

"Are you going to meet the teacher tonight?"

"I dont work here"

"You ain't got hardly any rizlas have you?"

"Did I do that?"

"Yes, I'll certainly need the hardback one."

"Put it in the fridge when you get home."

"Richard 323, Richard 333."