phlooke

Their custom concern for the people Build up the monuments and steeples To wear out our eyes I get up just about noon My head sends a message for me To reach for my shoes then walk Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta get a job Goes through the parking lot fields Doesn't see no signs that they will yield And then thought, this'll never end This'll never end, this'll never stop Message read on the bathroom wall Says, I don't feel at all like I fall. And were losing all touch, losing all touch Building a desert It's easy to make other people happy, but its a fucking challenge to make yourself happy.

When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see Tell me, who's that funky dude, staring back at me? Broken, beaten down can't even get around Without an old-man cane, I fall and hit the ground Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone Excuse the bitchin, I shouldn't complain I should have no feeling, 'cause feeling is pain As everything I need, is denied me And everything i want, is taken away from me But who do I got to blame? Nobody but me …And I don't wanna be an old man anymore It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night It's time I got back to the Good Life

Ok. so I heard the best pick up line today I've heard in a while...ok here it goes. "My cock died.....can I bury it in your asshole?"