You should compile a book of your drunken internet poetry.

I've written an internet poem or two, although always while sober. There was one that I wrote on self-injury.net loosely based on the self-obsessed middle class teenagers there. Then I wrote another one about the large breasts of forum moderator Caff from the Muse board.

Mine actually rhymed so I can still remember parts of them. Let's see...I only recall bits and pieces of the cutter one, sadly. Let me see if my boob poem is still there.

Ha. It is. But it's embarassing. It was a hit, though. They deleted it loads of times but I remember one response was, "Brilliant. Except for the foaming knob. Maybe see a doctor." I needed a word to rhyme with "home" and had to cram an awkward rhyme in.