Clawby Bartimere Gong ![]() October 14, 2002 A quick
short walk to the beach you wear your blue bikini blue like my heart blue like my teardrops and almost I can see the nipples your boobs, not my heart or teardrops We walk, hand in hand and one more hand like the hand of love a third-wheel who won't take a hint we sit in sand sand in my shorts ass crack! You complain it's cold why must you ruin everything? Shit! Now a crab in my shorts scrotal flesh clamped in shellfish claws selfish claws like something I saw on The Flintstones My pain is red red like the crab pinching my balls Motherfucker Quit laughing, Shelly, you stupid bitch Oh, now You're leaving? Fine Go I would rather date your sister anyway. Fuck these claws of love hurt like a motherfucker and the crab that is too real crab bastard Milestones1985: Ramrod Hurley flim-flams his way into the studio for the recording of We Are the World. Though his subversive lyrics go unsung, Hurley's taser-induced squeal can be heard two minutes into the track, a sound previously attributed to Cyndi Lauper.Now HiringConductor. General musical duties as expected: bossing around, waving arms, taking care of stick. Also needed to close gap in circuit between air conditioning unit and power main. Seeking an electric personality who loves going barefoot. Lack of close relatives or body hair a plus.Women Other Than Christina Ricci We Want Chained to Our Radiator
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