(sung as an old gospel song)
I flash my tits to the poor huddled masses
I wash my ass on the shores of Galilee
I make faux lesbian toons for Jesus
Ohhh lord don’t ya know its hard being me.
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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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(sung as an old gospel song)
I flash my tits to the poor huddled masses
I wash my ass on the shores of Galilee
I make faux lesbian toons for Jesus
Ohhh lord don’t ya know its hard being me.
wow katy! thats how you tryna get down?
SO BIG. OH, IT’S SO BIG. =)))) CAN YOU DO IT KATY?
Nah, I don’t really feel like it.
It’s not even about the blow-job joke. I LOVE a good blow-job joke! It’s about having your wedding in a country you have...
“What.a.twat.” = Elephant’s thoughts.
