I met a girl on the internet, her name was Haley. I said to give me sex. She said "I'm only twelve" I said "That sh*t is cool. I used to be in middle school", but then again that was back in '93, and now I'm 26 and I kind of see how you could meet with me. -- Don't go out and tell the world. Just try to act your age again, wait what's your age again? What's your age again?
Later on I found her fan club. I joined right up and then I scanned one or two pics of my nuts, a couple of my d!ck, and then I sent them all at once. And that's about the time her dad had called me up and told me he'd rip off my balls and stuff if I should ever try to touch his girl. I told her that she's growing up and someone has to show her what, what to suck and puff. And that's when he hung up.
Awright, so check it out. After that phone call I felt a little bad right, so I was gonna call her house, you know, and be a little apologetic, so I call up, she picks up the phone, she's like "This is Haley" and like, something snapped in me. I'm like "
Do a barrel roll!" she's like "What?" I'm like "
Do a barrel roll!" she's like "What is a barrel roll? Who is this?" I'm like "This is
Brian Peppers! Do a barrel roll!" She's like "Oh my god not
Brian Peppers, the guy with the big eyes! He's gonna molest me!" I'm like "That's right!
Do a barrel roll!"
She was all crying and sh*t. It was bad.
And that's about the time she called the police on me. Why did she take my sh*t so seriously? And she still acts like she's in sixth grade, yo. Why can't she grow up a bit? It's not like I can penetrate. What's her age again? Wait, what's her age again?
Haley, oh Haley. I want to skeet, skeet, skeet on your face.