You didn't open the socket
right,
for Chloe, and she let you have it,
then you went to her terminal,
just to smell her perfume,
and asked about itttpc protocols,
and Division standards for editing them,
but she saw through your game,
and told you she was busy.
You fat turd,
your girth grew with every season,
till you were so big,
your gut hung over your belt and you had
dicky doos desease,
which means you could not see your dicky doo.
You fat pug,
you could not crawl under
your terminal and reconnect
your printer cable,
your incredible roundness,
hindered you from doing so,
and often you were mocked
by the less fat,
and more intelligent.
But no one could format a encrypted
hard drive like you,
or open a third socket,
or run a face reconition program,
or stuff down a 3 way chili, spagetti, beans,
jumbo platter.
Your last day,
you were mean to the pretty girl,
and got her killed,
but now you had to breath
some Cyntox nerve gas,
the very gas you were searching for all day,
and could not find,
and it was under you nose at CTU all the while,
and you breathed it and died,
as Chole watched on and cried.
But have no fear,
in 3 or 4 hours,
no one will remember you,
or even mention you,
it will be like it was 3 or 4 weeks ago that you died,
because time is funny like that,
my fat freakish friend.
HECK said this in post #16 : Kim Bauer: You Ran Into My Heart and Found A Mountain Lion Of Love
Oh Kim Bauer,
You ran, ran and ran,
My delicate, bouncy little flower,
You always try to run, just as fast as you can.
Whether it's getting kidnapped or having your boyfriends limbs torn asunder,
Those little legs and floppy funbags keep on flyin',
With your genes I'd think you could eat lighting and crap thunder,
The Bauer greatness you do not have, it barely kept you from getting eaten by a freakin' mountain lion.
You ran away when you thought your dad was dead,
Ran away and never looked back,
Now you return, still without a clue in that pretty little head,
Without anything to offer the world, be grateful that you have a big rack.
So I beg of you, dear Kim,
Run away again, as far as you can, having you back is the pits,
Take your new boyfriend or your dad will surely torture and behead him,
And before you go, don't forget to show me those big ol' fat... dimples.
You back talked Jack,
you silly stupid man,
and it almost cost you your life,
and it still may well be your end
my friend,
you are lucky that a two minute long
neck choke is all
you received from the man.
You don't know how lucky you are,
having sex with Jacks daughter,
while a therapist twice her age,
and talking down to Jack,
like he is stupid.
You should be dead,
you may just be the luckiest man alive.
Your curvaceous form,
your loquacious build,
I wish I could touch you,
in an inappropriate place.
But you are onto me,
and when I leave my hand,
on your shoulder and tell you,
Good JOB!
You know what I am doing,
and will report me to division,
but it was worth it,
to feel your arm,
and the warmth of it,
to be part of your nearness,
to smell your perfume
and to taste your bitter rejection.
Did you really have to use
the knife into the knee like that?
We know you could see that
Jack was not up to speed,
as he had been tortured by the chinese
for years and years,
but MAN, it was just so brutal the way you pig stuck
that dude.
I liked you better when you played darts
with Chief O'Brien
or shot the **** with Quark in his bar.
This side of you is dark and twisted
and sometimes I wonder whether I should
like you or not.
One thing is certain though,
you do look tough in your new beard,
it gives you a manly quality that you lacked
on Deep Space Nine,
cause really, you were pretty much a dweeb in that show
and now you are a sinister ass kicker that
gives Jack a run for his money.
Carry on I say, carry on with your evil ways,
but please o please,
let this be the last
knife to the knee cap that I have to witness
from your badass self.
03-15-2006 12:06 AM
