Listening to this was like sitting down on the grass for a lovely picnic only to find you sat in poo. It takes a moment..."Did I really sit in poo?" You sniff, you peer around at your firm ass to see if it's true. Is there poo there? Well you're wearing white pants. It's pretty obious...it's not only poo all over your pants...It's Liberace's wet and mushy poo. This kind you can't hose off. It's the poo that last longer that the Bush presidency. It's a sad day. Please don't play this song ever, ever again.
Listening to this was like sitting down on the grass for a lovely picnic only to find you sat in poo. It takes a moment..."Did I really sit in poo?" You sniff, you peer around at your firm ass to see if it's true. Is there poo there? Well you're wearing white pants. It's pretty obious...it's not only poo all over your pants...It's Liberace's wet and mushy poo. This kind you can't hose off. It's the poo that last longer that the Bush presidency.
ReplyDeleteIt's a sad day. Please don't play this song ever, ever again.