This Night

Twelve Hotpockets, three two liters, and a tray of fries That how we roll, no lies Tonight is so fun, we eat till we pass wake up in the morning with some nasty gas I want you all to know, this poem is being written as we do Everything I have talked about, if only you knew Brodey, Kyle, Kasi and I Are all going to eat until we die Like I said before this is how we roll Oh my god we are going to get so full Amen to that, praise our night Even if its wrong with no right AFTER I just ate three hot pockets, lot of fries Im about to cry It was so good, But I should have stopped at two I should of knew I'd feel like this, but it was so worth the pain I dont think I will ever be the same This night of food, has really changed my world OMG I GOT TO GO HURL