Friday, September 16, 2005
 | slow ride take it easy..that mouth was made to suck my kiss.. i'm goin' down i'm sinkin mayday mayday...Uncle sugar i hate you, i hate you and BushDick! just for the taste of it...snatch and potatoes. asta manina bro. why didn't i curl my hair before my mug shot? to the winners i'm off to lunch. i like to suck face. dance your pants off and keep 'em off. manders in the drunk tank with some big Kentucky bitch named T-Bird. I like my friends like i like my sex..rowdy, loud, and drunk! i wanna be rodeoed. I heart the PBR! the only hell my momma raised was me. good girls go to heaven bad girls go to Amsterdamn...see ya in Amsterdamn my friends :) my husband swears that ALL guys in the service have had a hooker at least once?! Put any slack in my rope and i'll hang myself with it. you know you're having fun when yer gettin' dry humped. it's not a party until someone sticks der dick in da mash potatohaas! ewwwww baracuda. your pupils are as big as my hooters (that person was on lsd) i double dare you to make-out with someone who works at a gas station, i dare ya to go into the men's room while it's full of men and wait for the stall to open and then act like yer poopin', dare ya to flash someone inside Ryan's steakhouse rules:must be an old couple eating dinner, truth...ever had the shocker...and liked it? ashtrays make great reading glasses. On the AA thinkin' XXX. There she blows. ass pirate r us. why do people question my motives. oh well Fuck emmmmm. the rules are made to be broken. life is greater when ya ain't a hater! He said i tasted famous so i drew him a heart, now i'm not an artist i'm a fuckin' work of art. i got a gun and you should be countin' yer lucky stars i haven't shot you yet cowboy. don't ask me for advice cause i'll tell ya to do what's wrong, but convince you that it's right. something aunt linda always said "once ya finger it ya gotta eat it" we should all live by that rule. nobody likes a cry baby. smooches and gooches. perrrfect! but i'm ley tired..WTF mate. keep your skeletons in your closet. i heart muscle cars. why do rabbits hump so much? turnin' tricks for kicks. |
