curbdrop out of grace

an ode to dorothy camile's rotting asshole

i feel like strangling you sometimes, with my cock
next time i see you will be the first, the last, and the only
the food in any chinese resturant is actually manufactored in gary indiana
a rolling stone gathers no moss, except on your backhair
mini fridges are just right for midgets
interlude
noninterlude
now i feel like a man
i wonder if it rains in hell
if your pussy was a 4-way stop, i'd plow right through it at 6 miles per hour
my back and shoulders hurt, come over and rub alcohol on them?
horn outro

posted by fillshe @ 7:06 PM