when you're climbing on a ladder and you feel a something splatter diahrea... diahrea... can i get some feedback. it's been passed down through the generations where i live.
sorry it was about 3 in the morning and i was tired. that also how we pronounce it in our town. maybe you should stop criticizing me and enjoy the f'ing poem i took so long to transcribe from its original text for people's entertainment and enlightening.
when you're sittin' on the john and the toilet paper's gone be a man use your hand that brings back 3rd grade memories
