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posted by Mr. Stackhouse on February 19th, 2009 8:23 PM
I hate this poem.
So much.
I'm not even going to congratulate you for the completion because of my personal grudge against this poem.
posted by Mr. Stackhouse on January 16th, 2009 12:57 AM
One awful jacket.
posted by Mr. Stackhouse on January 8th, 2009 11:38 PM
I will out do you.
posted by Mr. Stackhouse on January 8th, 2009 11:24 PM
I forgot to mention to everyone that as I was leaving early I passed a bomb disposal truck heading towards the school, like with the huge supposedly-explosion-proof steel tank. I haven't heard anything, but there might have actually been something.
Also, you win.
posted by Mr. Stackhouse on January 2nd, 2009 5:03 PM
I was in Kenya once.
Walking on a tightrope, while holding a baby that I had to get to the other side.
Can YOU play all twelve major scales? I DIDN'T THINK SO.
posted by Mr. Stackhouse on January 1st, 2009 5:34 PM
As I drew the cube.
But sadly did not yet have an account with this site.
I do not forgive.
I do not forget.
Give me /b/ack my face.