Tuesday, August 22, 2006


G-chat, Oh G-chat, how lovely you are.
You connect me with gmailers nearby and far.
When I'm at my desk, bored and sad
I can turn on my G-chat and things don't look so bad
G-chatting about bikini waxes, strippers and guys
G-chatting about lunch, burgers and fries
My fingers like the wind, I G-chat so fast
Before I know it, a whole day has passed.
Thanks to G-chat, no work gets done.
But who can stay angry at something so FUN?

1 comment:

New Agey No Friends said...

cp in the motherfuckin' gchat box.