but i am ok with it,
i can smash insects.
this is a news flash,
your ice cream has been poisoned.
more at eleven.
penis on my face.
how did that get there again?
i need to ask bob.
cat vomit, my shoe.
two things that should not be one.
yet, once again, presto.
i wish i were dead.
and that my tombstone would say,
“honk if you love worms”.
stop it, that’s my wife.
what are you doing to her?
oh that’s right, i’m gay.
sometimes i wish things.
like that my arms were real long,
then i could catch birds.
country music rocks.
i love cowboy boots and trucks.
please fucking kill me.
ya, that’s it baby.
suck it like a good girl- oops,
damn my weak bladder.
hey bro, what’s that smell?
“someone left the oven on.”
“and shit on your face.”












