Like lightning striking a DeLorean came the idea to cover up the car accident.
My votes for favorite: Pope Floats, Pope Fiction.
My roommate took your tampons.
Stop asking me if my tits are real. There are as real as my affection for you.
The witches sucking probably depressed me the most.
The Peanuts were hipsters before the Harlem Shake was cool.
You can’t handle the tooth.
John Wayne ain’t got nothin on my fringe game.
Poetry in lyrics= “Open like the 7-Eleven.”
Get every new post on this blog delivered to your Inbox.
Join other followers: