You evil theundeadhero, now I have to get my butt in gear and write a poem.
<b>EDIT:</b> Okay, here we go...
<i>Poems are for sissies,
and little girly missies.
They smell like three day old beer,
and dance like drunken deer.
I refuse to write a poem,
because (damn, nothing really rhymes with poem).
If you want to hear well versed script,
to your head I'll administer a drop-kick.
But to be the very best Pope,
I had to ensure I didn't follow a dope.
So to be true I asked,
<b>What would Brian Boitano do?</b>
We all know that he make a plan and follow through,
And I'll do that because theundeadhero is poo.
He did two sow cows and a triple lutz while wearing a blind fold,
And I know what makes everyone happy without being told (Yeah, I'm that awesome).
He fought grizzly bears using his magical fire breath,
So with my magical manliness I will send Avril Lavigne to her death! (cheap BAoTW plug)
Brian Boitano travelled to the year 3010 and fought the evil robot king,
And I'll do lots of super-popely things wearing lots of bling-bling.
That's what Brian Boytano'd do,
and that's what this mullet would do to.
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