Treasure Island

reece cox


ps3 poem


funny poem its about a ps3 game on mw3 and me wanting my ps3 back

Submitted: Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 09, 2012

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ps3 ps3 ps3 i wanna get that UAV in my game because im not lame to even play that game. im going to get a gun and turn you into a bun because i dont give a bum. im going to go on the game because i am a cane i going on terminal to get myself a burger from burgerland on that game

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (10/9/2012 6:57:00 PM)

    previously it was 'dig dog', as the motherboard was able to handle minimum speed with minimum memories, before the major change in electronic industry in 90s. ps3 is fast and enjoyable. What do you think about the angry bird? (Report) Reply

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