Hey Mr. Superstar
I'm your number one fan
Hey Mr. Sickly Star
I want to get sick from you
Hey Mr. Fallen Star
Don't you know I worship you?
Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Superfuck
I wanna go down on you
For Week Starting August 9th, 1999
Rachel
in gooseness my heart was won...
"Hello, and thanks for stopping by. I get so lonely here."
Oh God, don't thank me for coming since I was forced to see your worthless homepage because you have been nominated. And... I hit the bull's-eye! You are a premium Goth Goose.
"This page is dedicated to the fabulous me! WoO! How exciting..."
Well, I know irony and sarcasm well but somehow I feel you could mean that this sentence is no joke...
"I'll tell you all about muh'self."
Muh'self? I always ask myself why Goth Geese create the worst neologisms I could think of...
"There once was a princess named Anastasia. She was nice to everyone she knew and was loved by all. Okay, so maybe this story is a little fake, but who gives a shit?"
I GIVE A SHIT, DAMN!!! Because I am so sick of all these pseudo gothic trash pages which appear faster than a fart after eating chili con carne.
"This guy named Marilyn Manson came along and corrupted the poor childs mind. He began to rape her mind with his twisted songs and lifestyle. She shrugged him off and thought about how much of a loser he was, and went to move on to better things. (London after Midnight, baby!)"
And now you want to tell me you became gothic, hm? GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! Now and forever... ARGHPRFZZLLLGNMPF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This Goth Goose was nominated by Necroangel.
Last but not least the thing you are always waiting for, the last words, my notorious Duke Nukem Rating: "You bottom dwelling scum sucker!"