- Joined
- Jun 5, 2020
Enter Ham-lette
PRINCESS HAM-LETTE:
To beeze, or not to beeze, that is the question.
Whether 'tis wider in the waist to suffer
The Twistys and Mistys of outrageous proportion,
or to take armfuls of food and by eating, end them?
To live: to sleep more; and by a sleep we end
The heart-attack and a thousand natural diseases
My flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
To beeze: perchance to Eurobeeze, ay, there's the rub.
For in that beeze of Euro what studs may come
when I have shuffled off the plane
Must give us pause: there's no respect
just dicks
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Dom,
the oppressor's wrong, the Egyptian man's teeth
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay
The insolence of office and cats breaking into said office
That patient merit of unworthy ER trips
when she herself her meds not take
with 6XXL lingerie? who would bear
to gunt and sweat under a wear life
but that dread of something after death
the undiscover'd country from whose beeze
no guntlet returns, puzzles the will
and makes us rather eat the Arby's we have
than fly to others we know not of
thus fatness does make cowards of us all
and thus the native resolution of Dom's "broken TV"
is probably not very high
and enterprises of great beeze and moment
with Jamaican regard turn awry
and lose the name of my burger asshole.
PRINCESS HAM-LETTE:
To beeze, or not to beeze, that is the question.
Whether 'tis wider in the waist to suffer
The Twistys and Mistys of outrageous proportion,
or to take armfuls of food and by eating, end them?
To live: to sleep more; and by a sleep we end
The heart-attack and a thousand natural diseases
My flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
To beeze: perchance to Eurobeeze, ay, there's the rub.
For in that beeze of Euro what studs may come
when I have shuffled off the plane
Must give us pause: there's no respect
just dicks
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Dom,
the oppressor's wrong, the Egyptian man's teeth
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay
The insolence of office and cats breaking into said office
That patient merit of unworthy ER trips
when she herself her meds not take
with 6XXL lingerie? who would bear
to gunt and sweat under a wear life
but that dread of something after death
the undiscover'd country from whose beeze
no guntlet returns, puzzles the will
and makes us rather eat the Arby's we have
than fly to others we know not of
thus fatness does make cowards of us all
and thus the native resolution of Dom's "broken TV"
is probably not very high
and enterprises of great beeze and moment
with Jamaican regard turn awry
and lose the name of my burger asshole.
We have seen some serious shit together.
