Someone didn't smoke enough as a child..
Shaolin Reviewed by Shaolin on . bad ass poems i went up the mountain all covered in mud i saw my poor teacher all covered in blood a axe in the stomach an knift though her head i couldnt believe my poor techer was dead i went to her funeral i went to her grave some people threw flowers and i shot a grenade and jus to be sure she was dead i took a bazooka and blew off her god damn head Rating: 5