That un-rare disease that all we e'er suffer. I'm not happy yet I know the clue, the solution.
It's the lazy-itis keeping me down. I wanna go make myself better, I wanna be who I once was.
Yet lazy's brother Bother won't show and don't help.
6 weeks is waht I need, what's 6 weeks from a life, man I probably spend 6 weeks outta a year eating.
Bother has got me locked up and won't let me out.
So until I can tackle Bother then his brother lazy will always have a hold over me.
Man I need to get thin.... move over you two..... NOW!
Submitted: March 23, 2007
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Lord Hoth
HA great i to am a lazy person
Sat, March 24th, 2007 4:47amAuthor
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It occurred to me that I was indeed lazy but needed someone to blame!
Mon, March 26th, 2007 4:50pm