So – it’s an honor to be allowed to fill in for teh Rocket Chick; i’ll try not to fail to launch this bitch in an appropriate manner (one that your mom would like).
I went the extra mile and commissioned a song to be written specifically for this poat – leon’s pricing was a bit high but he promised that he wouldn’t eat too many ‘shrooms whilst composing this amazing journey of musical majesty –
What do you think?
Enjoy:
now onward to the hunky humps that the hostagettes and jewstin have been waiting for:
As summer’s heat begins to wane (except for here, where it’s expected to be over 100 degrees this week) and a chill creeps into the air, it is time once again for America’s Game! No, not that one–The Footballs!
I wrote this song while I was on hiatus from BBF for 2 weeks, and convinced some hipster doofuses to record it because it’s going to be a big hit, I intend to use the royalties to fulfill my lifelong dream to meet Mare.
Good day, miscreants. I was just thinking to myself, ‘MJ, you know what this shithole dump needs? Boobs, and lots of them.’ Good thing it’s Friday, my groovy tuckers. You’re in luck.
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But first things second. I wrote this song whilst Eddie Vetter and I were taking our pitbulls for a walk through a loverly Seattle park. We saw a pack of wild hippies and our snarling, wild beasts were hungry. I looked at him and said, ‘drop the leash my good man, your pooch looks absolutely famished!.’ And he did. Fin.
