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Discussion in 'Thread Games' started by Soultorn, Sep 20, 2002.
And not quite as hairless as his trouser snake
But is just about as ugly and useless...
Unless his darling boyfriend gives it that "just right" caress!
Perhaps the cop in the bathroom could lend a hand...
...or would that leave him unmanned?
But enough already about trouser snakes
Let's move on to breasts, real ones or fakes,
Big or small, jiggling in my face...
(sick... sick and wrong, all of you)
How about old ones? A saggy disgrace,
Without support they hang so low
Give them a nudge and they wobble to and fro
But I love'em all, no matter what size...
No matter if greasy, and hard like french fries
Even when wet and dripping with puss
I'll never know why these things cause such a big fuss.
They're just a glob of fat....
...and what would you want with that?
Surely you wouldn't think of...
when the chickens holds the molotov
its time to turn lose the foxes in riot gear
blah blah bllaaaahhh
The last time I saw that it meant I had too much beer
Which, incidently, was last night...
When you drink too much beer, don't get into a fight
Just don't piss off the fat fucker next to you.
For he'll run you through.
And I don't think he'll use a spoon
Or he may serenade you by the light of the moon
He's really quite romantic, he's just misunderstood
He's taken for a bad guy, but he's really quite good,
Just a poor guy from the wrong side of the tracks...
Who never recovered from being dumped by Jax.
He's there most nights, still drowning his sorrows...
But they'll always be back again tomorrow
So don't blame him for pummeling you and being upset
Just buy him another drink and I'll bet
He'll settle right down, maybe cry in his beer...