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Sir Flatulence

I wanted to write a lovely foreverween poem, but the only thing I could rhyme with poem was scrotum. But between kukubee's dongs, and Danny's funny Glitch songs, I realized that was a pretty good start. Who am I to judge? I'm named after a fart. So thank you all for being a glitch friend of mine, Your parties were fun, the mem'ries enshrine'd. Happy forever-east-weeny-mas! I wish you the best, Our glitchen sleep happy, their needs all addressed.

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