Monday, October 12, 2009

Waiting foooorrrr...

To the tune of It's My Life.

This aint a blog for the sympathetic
Cause its finally gonna tell Dru he needs to edit
Cause I've been readin' his blog for a half a year now
And I can't get over that the last three months blogs blow (slant rhyme!)

Waiting foooooorrrrrr
Waiting for quality
how many more blogs will be this shitty
I just want to hope he's joking

Cause he's shit... ty.

Baow Baow.

Peace out Dru. Heed my advice... stop sucking.

He Goes home and cries

Wanted Dead or Alive

He's a blogger
Yeah just sucky ideas he writes
And he's lonely
So he goes home and cries

Yeah he's a blogger
He's only got his mom on his side
He's so lonely
And he goes home and cries
He has no friends
So he goes home and cries
Yeahah he rolls over
On his empty bed while he cries


Hey Dru, knock knock.
BON JOVI ALL OVER YOUR ASS!
WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME WRITE THIS WITH YOU?!
ANDY JONES WILL NEVER DIE!

You give blogs a bad name

To the tune of "You give love a bad name." I don't know why I had to say that... it was pretty obvious. Dru probably wouldn't get it though, so I just need to make it clear.

Dru's blogs are not smart
And he's to blame
He gives blogs
A Bad Name

When you read his blogs
You get abdominal pain
Boy he gives blogs a bad name
He gives blogs... a bad name.

HAHA! SUCK IT DRU! ANDY JONES FOREVER!

Still fucking sucking...

So Dru is half way done with his stupid little silly project. And of course this means that I have to make a blog touting how these last six months have been full of complete internet pollution. And to show Dru how blogging is really done (and how he should have done the project with me like he ORIGINALLY SAID HE WOULD!), I'm going to alter some Bon Jovi lyrics about how sucky Dru is. Eat me, Dru.

First up, Living on a Prayer... or in this case, "Still fucking shitty"


Dru's got to give up

his bad blogging

Cause no one is reading them

If he makes them or not

Cause he makes blogs shitty, like "Bot or Not"

For blogs - HE SUCKS QUITE A LOT!

Whooah, he's half way there

Whoo-oh, still fucking shitty

He has no friends, nor lovers I swear

Whoo-oh, cause no ones impressed.

Eat me, Johnston. This is Jones' house.