From your boozy lips to my woozy ear: "12 or no, I can't stay away from bars."
Stagger
Stagger
Sleepy is how I greet the day.
No more blindfolds and September will forever be your month.
You should have brought the apostrophe along as your date and left the bangs at home.
...and stop cutting your hair, dammit!
The decision was made the day Gayle and I were in the loo desirous to wash our hands. The sinks were backed up with shit.
WOMEN OF INDUSTRY: TAKE BACK THE PLUMBING! DON'T GIVE MEN CONTROL OVER YOUR U-BENDS!
You are surrounded by sick people and their disease has rubbed off on you. What do you do?
Don't believe The Believers when they try to convince you there are no lessons to be learned from feeling your way through the gloom.
Don't know what it means to you and me
but let's put our bodies through the wringer
For Free
That way the pain will be our remedy
for plans gone wrong thanks to
The Patriarchy
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