Thursday, May 17, 2007

Remnants of a CFT* Past...

Rachel feels the burning.
Her skin is extremely white.
Please use sunscreen.

Melissa is burned.
On her cute little ass cheek.
Red, and angry butt.

Katie G. Nelson.
The Murky waters have claimed
Your top. Boobs are free!

There once was a hot nurse named Mo.
The most popular girl on the flo'
And when she walks past
Patients look at her ass
And wish they didn't have cancer no mo'

*Cabin Fun Time
**yes, yes, we were probably drunk.

4 Comments:

Blogger cate said...

mo herda-mckee
your memory seems clouded. hmm.
sunken top was mine

3:28 PM  
Blogger momo said...

Catu,

This is not from memory. I could not make this shit up. I typed straight from the crumpled piece of paper found on my floor.

Katie also lost her top, but never found it as in your triumphant leg searches. Then sometime during or after dinner we decided to all make poems about each other. I'm pretty sure it was part of some drinking game.

Since I was about to toss the memories into the recycling bin, I figured I'd immortalize them on the internet first.

12:22 PM  
Blogger cate said...

ooh. that's right. see how selfish my memory is? i forgot all about her top. AND, about writing those poems.
i think i am responsible for the cancer-joking limerick... shame...

9:07 AM  
Blogger k-k-k-katie said...

People! I have proof!! Cate, I can't believe that you've forgotten your poetry to me so easily... I'm hurt. See this link for fond memories....

http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r6/katiegnelson/?action=view¤t=MVI_0182.flv

7:32 PM  

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