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My THOUGHTS are the only thing left thats pure

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MySpace Countdown Clocks My last girlfriend didn't like me thought she might be, Most likely a dyke she just didn't excite me, Lefty? Yeah but that was alright, She was hotter than the sun but she just wasn't that bright, My mistake she was more flaky than a leper colony, I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company, Ass like a donkey acting funky gave her "L" now she's a flunky, So my love for her died quicker than a batch of Sea Monkeys, Early bird gets the worm spread your legs or spread the word, So what if I'm not the smartest peanut in the turd, I'm white which goes with everything but I can come in any color, And I'm looking for the kind of girl that reminds me of my mother, But it's hard to find a girl with a viper tattooed on her tushy, And how many girls do you know that can play the harmonica with their pussies? Like em' easy and hot and sweet like a Rice Krispie Treat, gee, You know what I really want in a girl? Me,I need to find a new vagina, Any kind of new vagina, It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina, Calvin Klein? Kind of North Carolina,Women are like dog, doo, hear me through don't interrupt, It's just the older that they are the easier they get to pick-up, I'd fill the generation gap clean the cobwebs from her rafters, Old hens would rather put out than be put out to the pasture, No age just ain't a gauge I like my girls like my cheese, Preferably for me fat-free American singles only, I want my next chick anorexic, the winner is the thinner, Won't have to take her skinny ass out to a fancy dinner, Like Sizzler she got a beef we'll chew the fat, If I forget to put the seat up I can put up with her crap, Let her lash out and crack the whip but not in bed I don't play rough, No I can't be tied down with a girl that wants me tied up, Just independent like NOFX ,smart like Janeane Garafolo, She'd use big words to make fun of me so that I would never know, Bestow upon me all her wisdom of the Dewey Decimal System, gee, You know what I really want in a girl? Me,I need to find a new vagina, Any kind of new vagina, It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina, Kevin Klein? Kind of South Carolina, Vagina vagina vagina vagina, Vagina vagina vagina vagina.

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Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect
Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it. You have the confidence to make the first move. And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best. Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing! Are You a Good Kisser?

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Music:

It's been a while Since I could hold my head up high and it's been a while Since I first saw you It's been a while since i could stand on my own two feet again and it's been a while since i could call you But everything I can't remember as fucked up as it may seem the consequences that I've rendered I've stretched myself beyond my meansIt's been a while since i could say that i wasn't addicted and It's been a while Since I could say I love myself as well and It's been a while Since I've gone and fucked things up just like i always do It's been a while But all that shit seems to disappear when i'm with you But everything I can't remember as fucked up as it may seem the consequences that I've rendered I've gone and fucked things up againWhy must i feel this way? just make this go away just one more peaceful dayIts been awhile Since I could lok at myself straight and it's been awhile since i said i'm sorry It's been awhile Since I've seen the way the candles light your face It's been awhile But I can still remember just the way you taste But everything I can't remember as fucked up as it may seem I know it's me i cannot blame this on my father he did the best he could for meIt's been a while Since I could hold my head up high and it's been a while since i said i'm sorryAnything but rap. Country isnt really my bowl of cherries either.

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Love

Love is a pain in the ass. End of story.
Posted by My THOUGHTS are the only thing left thats pure on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 09:57:00 PST