Testing Oh Testing
Shoulda tested the marriage
But Baby Carriage ...
Don't get me wrong now
Our son is my pride and joy
But Daddy, Oh boy...
He's gone now I'm safe
I fight sad scar tissue now
For that, I give thanks.
The Rantings and Ravings of a "Drunken Fucking Irish Wackadoodle Bitch!" ***DISCLAIMER*** The subjects of these blogs may or may not be completely or absolutely not entirely fictional. or something. I cuss. A Lot. Blame my Sailor Father ;P~.
2 comments:
That was like a Jaguar.
Beautiful with Claws.
It tears at, and tries to eat my Heart.
Thanks cIII,
I like to eat hearts sauteed with onions and lots of fresh garlic so watch out coz bourbon filled yoda PJs would complement such a meal quite nicely...
muahahaha
Can jaguars spit nails? I think I just accidentally hung a picture on the wall and all I meant so say was FUCKING SHITFUCKING SHITFUCKERS!!!
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