Friday, December 7, 2012

Say TY

Bitches, please, please make a sandwich and then, then
just look at that sandwich, the tasteful thickness of it,
oh my God. Oh my God, it even has a watermark.

Any of you bitches know what time it is?
Little hand says it's time to rock and roll: hey,
I'm just a happy camper, rockin'-and-a-rollin'.

Life sure has a sick sense of humor, doesn't it?
The air got dirty and the sex got clean: I want you
I want you to clean your vagina.
Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?
They only live to get radical, and sex with gods,
you can't beat that. Do you like Phil Collins?

Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole. I'm leaving.
I've assessed the situation, and I'm going.
I'm going. Vaya con Dios, Brah.


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