Every new year is a happy new year--thanks to the Code. Let's start this year off right. With a bang. From the week of December 29th @ 00:00 EVEtime through January 4th @ 23:59 EVEtime...
It's astonishing to think that it's the year 2020 and people like Rafael Argus are still using Hulks, let alone blingy ones. Rafael's Hulk was blinged out to 1.4 billion isk, mostly thanks to a pair of shield tank mods. Protip: If you're trying to deter gankers, you probably shouldn't have 800 million isk of blingy tank mods. Agents Molly Klinker, Lichelle Marie, and Mildron Klinker executed this offender and took out his billion isk pod, too.
Ouch! Luin Chelien lost 8.5 billion isk in the most unfortunate manner. You see those smartbombs? Yeah.
Agent Krig Povelli was innocently inspecting the vessel and ventured into the Marshal's smartbomb range. CONCORD responded at once to protect our hero.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into nullsec! Ekie Bo's 9.6 billion isk jump freighter was ambushed by the newly revitalized New Order Outreach Division, proud members of the mighty CODE. alliance. They were accompanied by some friends from Pandemic Legion, which also aspires to elite PvP status. The roster of Agents for this kill: Mark Bridges, WaTeR Ubersnol, Casper24, Devylman, Damion Zyne, Solj RichPopolous, Edd Reynolds, Adrian Ostus, uMillenium, Maxine Antilles, dexter xio, Gloria Khan, Orion Sa-Solo, Neuromancer Sprawl, WOMPSTEP, Jeronyx, Hedliner, Neddy Fox, Nanook Aputsiaq, Zektul, Vampire G6, Agakii, Faith Evingod, Space-Punk BloodAngle, Arkale Dark, Falopadous, Auraus Porcaleus, WickedGames, and b'ast.
Speaking of corp affiliation, Laura Xia is a member of Project Skynet. I'm guessing she's a bot or a bot-aspirant. What do you think? Agents Ukira Kunero, Ariku Orenuk, Rante Charante, Zhung Fei, and Vlada Inkunen caught Laura autopiloting and AFK, so they helped her ring in the New Year with a nice 8.4 billion isk loss.
For whatever reason, Andrea Amphal was hanging around the Niarja system in nothing but a pod. She was disposed of by Agent Aaaarrgg, who removed her 3 billion isk worth of implants from the game.
Crystals again. Hmmm...
Normally, we close out a KotW post with a pod. It's going to be a bit different this week, because I want to draw extra attention to this next kill. Consider this your trigger warning.
You know, the Stabber is a beautiful ship. A Stabber in the right hands can change the world. And there's the catch, because EVE is really about the pilot, not the ship. What you're about to see is how not to use a Stabber.
kaylee mansuto, you are unworthy of highsec. I hope Agent Dishrag was able to sell you a permit.
ahahaha pandemic aspires to elite pvp status ahahaha
ReplyDeleteLooks like william rageclaw will never reach 200 comments daily. I mean that's what he promised.
DeleteGonna have to change his name to willie cryingsnatch
Lol
william wimpersnatch
DeleteI crack me up
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Praise James 315, Saviour of Highsec!
ReplyDeleteLooks like it's gonna be a good year, for killing carebears!
ReplyDeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
where's william's rage???
ReplyDeleteright here I appearently needed 16 hours of sleep o7
DeleteStill not 200, willie wimpersnatch
DeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
William GreerJanuary 5, 2020 at 11:22 PM
ReplyDeletesee here's the difference I gave you guys information like my current town of residence and my name but that's all I remember giving you. you guys did a bang up job on phishing for information from other places like my website I mean how else would you have gotten my phone number and stuff and my cousin's name? gee I wonder. hey you guys start phishing facebook yet?
go ahead like I said keep tightening that noose
see there is a definitive difference to what I'm doing and what your doing.
know what they are?
do you know the difference?
ReplyDelete
Still not 200, willie wimpersnatch
Deleteawww did i hurt your feelings by pointing out the truth?? awwwww
DeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
did I know just whitness some anon's throwing shit in Alt and Prof Lawrence Lawton's direction? wtf!! your supposed to be on their side..
Deletesome of you guys made it easy
ReplyDeleteMade what easy, exactly?
DeleteIt's hard to believe that your cousin/wife Lillie Lowrent (you get that part yet?) lets you continue to make her look bad.
Where's your 200 posts per day, dumbass?
Listen friend, it a bad idea in EvE to threaten to do something, and then not do it. It will follow shitters like you around for a while. Maybe you should look into another pilot much like yourself, his name was foxbolt. He cried all over these comments too. His meltdown was epic, from here to his eveO forum posts. Such a shitter.
His problems may seem familiar to you.
He learned the hard way.
Still not 200, willie wimpersnatch
DeleteYou came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
Was macht ein Mann
Deletewas macht ein Mann
der zwischen Mensch und Tier
nicht unterscheiden kann
was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen
sie ist schön und jung an Jahren
und dann wird er wie ein Hund
mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein
Tier
Was macht die Frau
was macht die Frau
die zwischen Tier und Mann
nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut
schreibt sich selber einen Brief
entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit
als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was tust du
Was fühlst du
Was bist du
doch nur ein Tier
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ReplyDeleteLearn to link
DeleteStill not 200, willie wimpersnatch.
Deletehey willie, all you have accomplished is to paint a huge target on willie rageclaw's back. In game of course. From this point forward, anyone who chats you in game, any new recruits to your current or future alliance, any friend you think you may have in EVE, even that new guy in local, well those are just my awox alts. Pay them no mind.
DeleteBe seeing you, willie, and there's nothing you can do about it.
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
hey you ever heard of this thing called Copy and paste??? copy the link and post it on the address bar Damn all you anon's are lazy expecting links to just be clicky and go
Deletemeaning anything other than what is listed here mean's you Actually broke the law XD see I've been answering multiple post which does require ALOT of repetitive post. so Yes it had been a bit spammy but have I once phished for information? nope. however....
ReplyDeleteLol who broke what law again? Fukin space lawyers trying to argue texas law ( that's a twofer)
DeleteYo willie, stop with the vague threats! You know there's absolutely nothing you can do about anything posted here about that retard william greer.
DeleteI mean you came here looking for shit, you got a face full of it, and now you're mad that we are laughing about you and your fatass redheaded cousin/wife lilly lowrent.
You're nothing, you should make like your AN HERO shardani, and AN QUIT. Lol that cracks me up. :)
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
shit I wasn't raised as a quitter! shit been smoking for 25+ years (bad and nasty habit I know) but wait isn't that why participation trophies were invented? so that way instead of calling the kids a failure and a quitter they got a trophy for "hey you tried" when I was a kid I was taught that there is no word tried that's no different than failing or quitting
Deleteohhh BTW
ReplyDelete<<<<<<<<< is battle squirrel for those that don't know
Is that what they called you in the "army"?
DeleteStolen valor shitters like you are pathetic.
Still not 200, willie wimpersnatch
DeleteYou came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
GOOGLE IS GOING TO PRISON
ReplyDeleteYou came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
ohhh noooooooos
Deletenot google!!!!
DeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
Lol, this retard now trying to backpedal and say he wasn't deliberately spamming the site and claiming that he would shut it down by overwhelming it with pings and posts, bragging about how slow it was loading (when it was just his own computer lagging cuz he was pinging Google) - lol, no, now he claims that he was just responding to our posts, and so of course he had to make so many posts in order to address all the nuanced arguments of the discussion. Uh-huh!
ReplyDeleteI mean you came here looking for shit, you got a face full of it, and now you're mad that we are laughing about you.
You came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
I haven't back pedaled one bit o7 but hey why not dig up some more information anon come on you can do it!
Deletewho's mad? shit you guys been giving me something to do for the last few days it's been amazing the train of thought and literal prowess is lacking but hey o7 hang in there sport you'll get good eventually
DeletePlease do not post racist gringo comments about nooses. This website is hosted in Mexico City, a free city in un country libre!
ReplyDeleteYou came twice last year like a Sears catalog
Delete'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God
'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes
She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose
'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty
"hey you guys start phishing facebook yet?" - months ago!
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing that he can function well enough to even log on. Such levels of retardation. I bet it's because his pappy liked to keep it in the family too... If you know what I mean
DeleteSeem that cousin-screwing runs in the family. Lol
His family tree looks like a telephone pole? Ha!
DeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
I mean you came here looking for shit, you got a face full of it, and now you're mad that we are laughing about you
ReplyDeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
Jeez this blog has been overrun by one Greer and a bunch of anons too lazy to register. From now on I'm enabling the Greasemonkey script.
ReplyDeletehttps://i.imgur.com/et16oHs.png Hooray!
I still think the scale of this miners futile meltdown and obsession is hilarious.
DeleteLol
Is that the ag blog that no one reads?
DeleteI see the script that changes everyone's comment to a single word and I immediately think of the old saying "ignorance is bliss".
DeleteYou must be very "blissful".
WTF wait where is that at XD
DeleteI have no memories of those
DeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
i like the anons
ReplyDeleteWell using an ingame character name and registering helps.
DeleteI always think anons are shadowboxers.
Should I use my real-life name when I spam the forum? Or is that a bad idea which is likely to backfire when someone does something unexpected like type my name into Google?
DeleteIf you register under any name other than your RL name, you may as well be an anon. The hypocrisy of people that register with a made up moniker, then cry about anons, is mindblowing.
DeleteThat "professor" is obviously too ignorant to see his own hypocrisy when he cries about "anons" while posting as a made up character. AND, if James wanted to ban anons, he simply needs to check a box. Otherwise who are we to question the Savior's reasoning?
Jeezus, is the world really becoming that ignorant?
If you don't post under your RL name, then you are just as anon as the rest of us. Hell, it looks like willie greer is the only true non-anon here.
Hypocrites are the lowest of the low.
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
DeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
If you register under any name other than your RL name, you may as well be an anon. The hypocrisy of people that register with a made up moniker, then cry about anons, is mindblowing.
DeleteThat "professor" is obviously too ignorant to see his own hypocrisy when he cries about "anons" while posting as a made up character. AND, if James wanted to ban anons, he simply needs to check a box. Otherwise who are we to question the Savior's reasoning?
Jeezus, is the world really becoming that ignorant?
If you don't post under your RL name, then you are just as anon as the rest of us. Hell, it looks like willie greer is the only true non-anon here.
Hypocrites are the lowest of the low.
^^^^^^^^^ they are right you know^^^^^^^^
hey you know what comes up when I type my name in google? well it sure wasn't about me it was all about that special agent William Greer (I think im related to him not sure honestly.
DeleteOne night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
ReplyDeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
ReplyDeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
ReplyDeleteTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought skip o' pot2mus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve horse ale
After that I get silly like soupy sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey lupus is she cut, yeah for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know, you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the brand new heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
Your Buddha your Shamu your Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws
Lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment
'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk
Hey! Hey! Hey!
ReplyDeleteI don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days I can't even dress myself
It's killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Hey!
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
ReplyDeleteI don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days I can't even dress myself
It's killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Hey!
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
ReplyDeleteI don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days I can't even dress myself
It's killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Hey!
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
ReplyDeleteI don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days I can't even dress myself
It's killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Hey!
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Load up on guns, bring your friends
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Load up on guns, bring your friends
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Load up on guns, bring your friends
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Load up on guns, bring your friends
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Load up on guns, bring your friends
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Load up on guns, bring your friends
ReplyDeleteIt's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Professor Lawton is a real person, irl, whereas William Greer is an NPC.
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