Mafia 20

Im scared whats left of the mafia is more than likely out to get me now.

LOL! well you guys fucked up! i dont know if wolman jess is mafia or not but i know for a fact that i wasnt! i do know that that the only arguments he evr offered was that i was a vegetarian and i had the nerve to call him out n his weakass attack on me...and he kept callin me wilson...whatever that si suppossed tomean! anyway i can say without question that the townsfolk just lessened their numbers! dumbasses!


and

do you guys rember that kid in school who while he was posative that he was a terrific athlete and a cunning gamesman actually was'nt ever good enough to be picked for the team so he ended up bein "towel manager' standin on the sidelines annoying the real players by yellin useless advice so that he could feel like part of the team cause he had nothin else to do with his life! well for the first time n yearss i see that there actually still around! kdogg this name change is for you! i am now THE TOWEL MANAGER!

Correct me if I'm
Wrong... but isn't Rooconteur
Among the living?

1: Wrong
2: but
3: is-
4: -n't
5: Roo-
6: -con-
7: -teur

damn! homie can't count and he still out played me!

^if you say so! congrats on gettin me kiled!

Punch You In The Eye

I come from the land where the oceans freeze
Spent three long months on the open seas
Paddled 'til it seemed I could take no more
When my ship hit ground on Prussia's shores
How was I to know that day
That the winds had swept me Wilson's way
'Cause soon towards me from the East
Came Wilson and his men on multi-beasts
Well it seems he didn't like my face
And I quickly learned that Prussia was an evil place

They tied me to a chair with a giant clip
And helda piece of paper to my tender nip(ple)
Then they tossed the chair in a tiny shack
And told me not to worry 'cause they'd soon be back
But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed
And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed
Singing "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die
Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye"

When Wilson knew that I was loose
I'd surely be subjected to some real abuse
Maybe end up hanging from the nearest tree
So angrily I paddled to the open sea
But the sea was eager to beat me back
And the waves grew huge and deadly black
And the gray clouds rumbled over my head
And I feared in my heart that I'd soon be dead

When the morning came and the storm had passed
And the dismal fog began at last
To open up before my eyes
And there I saw to my surprise
Chains and specks of islands curved
Where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved
And I parked my kayak on a stone
And yelled across the ocean to his evil throne
I said "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die
Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye
Wilson, kill you 'til you die
Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye"

I told myself:
"Stick with haiku til post-game"
Not so easy drunk

this ones does have 8

Let's hear it for beer!
Leinenkugel's Sunset Wheat
Hath slain haiku's spell




So yeah, anyways... I was trying to restrain my normal Mafia verbosity this time around. Chose a format which would intentionally limit how much I could say. Didn't really get to live long enough to test out a more "short & sweet" approach. I didn't realize the haiku backlash would be so lethal, so fast.

time and time again
the kid who thinks hes coolest
is really just sad

takin kdoggs cue by addin important insight and much wanted comentary!

nancy....why is redcorn in our shower?

those bullcrap numbers
are sad and empty weapons
used by feeble minds