Amaretto Dreams
*BEEELLCH*
Amaretto dreams, it floats on the mind, so sweet and so smooth. Coating my tongue and going down so easy, bottom of the bottle and I'm feeling fine. Wishy wishy washy this bad habit of mine, nothing left to do when you wanna find your lost mind.
Triceratops poke you dead! Ninja dimetron no have chance, him are failure!
Know a guy who uses that Axe shit...you know, the stuff that's allegedly loaded with pheremones to attract females. Then he farts on his girlfriend all the time. What the hell, I love male logic.
Buuurnination in my esopholophogas, so fun so happy and so clean. Haven't eaten in at least a day, this lohocla's getting pretty mean, it seems.
What's freaking sad is I can make shitty rhymes drinking better than emo kids can make them when they're fine. No wonder the whole world hates them.
There's big trouble in little China, kids. That's why you should join a gang and get shot at by the age of 14.
Or do battle with the triceratops. You lose either way.
Vroooom.
So I get accused of playing a certain videogame too much lately (but what the hell else do I have to do?) and we're about to get to the end of this road and my friend says:
"Is it just me or are we about to reach the end of this road?"
Only what he really says is:
"Is it just me or are we about done with this quest?"
At least I'm not THAT bad. Yet. Give it time baby, just give me a little time and I'll get there where you want me to be, out of my mind and in your bed, lost in that emerald dream.
Hoooooooo yeah. Shiggity shiggity shwa.
Time to make merry by myself and kill things that don't exist and never will.
Much like math class, only with a jar of happy.
Amaretto is a gift straight from hell. That's why I like it, I suppose. Why I waste my life this way and what I'll ever do with it, I'm pretty sure God Himself doesn't know.
Binky the Clown!
Amaretto dreams, it floats on the mind, so sweet and so smooth. Coating my tongue and going down so easy, bottom of the bottle and I'm feeling fine. Wishy wishy washy this bad habit of mine, nothing left to do when you wanna find your lost mind.
Triceratops poke you dead! Ninja dimetron no have chance, him are failure!
Know a guy who uses that Axe shit...you know, the stuff that's allegedly loaded with pheremones to attract females. Then he farts on his girlfriend all the time. What the hell, I love male logic.
Buuurnination in my esopholophogas, so fun so happy and so clean. Haven't eaten in at least a day, this lohocla's getting pretty mean, it seems.
What's freaking sad is I can make shitty rhymes drinking better than emo kids can make them when they're fine. No wonder the whole world hates them.
There's big trouble in little China, kids. That's why you should join a gang and get shot at by the age of 14.
Or do battle with the triceratops. You lose either way.
Vroooom.
So I get accused of playing a certain videogame too much lately (but what the hell else do I have to do?) and we're about to get to the end of this road and my friend says:
"Is it just me or are we about to reach the end of this road?"
Only what he really says is:
"Is it just me or are we about done with this quest?"
At least I'm not THAT bad. Yet. Give it time baby, just give me a little time and I'll get there where you want me to be, out of my mind and in your bed, lost in that emerald dream.
Hoooooooo yeah. Shiggity shiggity shwa.
Time to make merry by myself and kill things that don't exist and never will.
Much like math class, only with a jar of happy.
Amaretto is a gift straight from hell. That's why I like it, I suppose. Why I waste my life this way and what I'll ever do with it, I'm pretty sure God Himself doesn't know.
Binky the Clown!
posted by red at 06:44
2 Comments:
I less than three Binky.
Big Trouble in Little China is CLEARLY an epic. It has "wind, fire, and all that sort of thing."
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