Oh the days of yore
Beneath the graceful kegstand Cheap domestic beer Tracing brow indentations In circles of crushed beer cans
If only I could
Speak in a British accent Then chicks would dig me |
My gallery photosAll about me
There once was a squirmy sperm,
Who through an egg it did worm. After nine months did pass, Betwixt legs blast a mass, And that mass was a human germ. |