LIES TO TELL STRANGERS AT BARS: peter john gardner. my father really loved toilets. OR my father loved prostitution(get it? he was a 'john') OR my mom likes tractors.(john deere? ok, im kinda reaching for that one.)
i still introduce our game to friends of mine while walking through malls. the 'say something disturbing/disgusting as you walk past strangers' game.' my fav is-'so the condom broke, but it was in her ass, so i should be ok'
In two thousand eight, seven (or so) people got together for the sake of getting together. And doing something. They decided to write a haiku a day (or as close as possible) to one another, to the world, to whomever. Enjoy.
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LIES TO TELL STRANGERS AT BARS:
peter john gardner. my father really loved toilets. OR
my father loved prostitution(get it? he was a 'john') OR
my mom likes tractors.(john deere? ok, im kinda reaching for that one.)
i still introduce our game to friends of mine while walking through malls. the 'say something disturbing/disgusting as you walk past strangers' game.' my fav is-'so the condom broke, but it was in her ass, so i should be ok'
Peter John Gardner aka Dick Toilet Hoe
I still play that game too. "So you think I should just scrape it out? Who still sells metal hangars?"
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