User blog comment:Jabberjay78/One Last Games/@comment-24542883-20130307194836

HEY ASTORIA YOU SO FINE, YOU SO FINE YOU BLOW MIND, HEY ASTORIA! HEY ASTORIA!

LET'S GO ASTORIA, LET'S GO!

TA TA TA.

LET'S GO ASTORIA, LET'S GO!

TA TA TA.

LET'S GO ASTORIA, LET'S GO!

TA TA TA.

LET'S GO ASTORIA, LET'S GO!

TA TA TA.

2, 4, 6, 8!

WHO DO WE APPRECIATE?

NOT THE KING,

NOT THE QUEEN,

GOOOOOOOOO ASTORIAAAA!

DO THE ASTORIA SHAKE.

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN.

DO THE ASTORIA SHAKE.

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!

Now. Here's a poem I wrote.

Astoria slowly clasped her knife,

Ready to abduct one's life.

She slashed at the figure with a mighty swing,

Then she heard the aching ring!

It was the sound of a blade connecting with skin,

And Astoria pulled the knife out with a grin.

Astoria dyed her hair potato.

Because she was a mexican husk tomato.

=D