You gotta show him that you care just for him.
Do the things that he likes to do.
Wear your hair just for him,
I’ve always felt it would be a very, very bad idea to “do it” in the road.
I’ve definitely found that as I’ve made mo’ money, I’ve had far fewer problems. Sorry, Biggie.
Of course! I knew that. :smack:
I hate it when I type something different than what my brain is thinking.
“A lap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying.” Surprisingly, that’s not really the case.
Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes you just gotta do it immediately you know, and in those circumstances doing it in the road is certainly a better alternative than say in the gutter. Curbstones must be very uncomfortable, not to mention unsanitary.
This may be an obvious one and you may call me old fashioned, but despite repeated injuctions I steel feel compelled to give girls that blah, blah, blah rather than just showing them where my dick’s at. What can I say, it’s worked out for me so far.
“Everyone learns faster on fire.”
Like what?
Death by a massive heart attack?
Executed by the state?
Knifed/shot by a mugger?
Burned at the stake?
Cancer?
Drowning?
Bleed to death after whacking your leg off with a chain saw?
So what are you hoping for as your exit from this existence?
1, you cut a hole in a box
2, put your junk in that box
3, make her open the box
“Oh yeah, life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone.”
Sheesh, it’s the theme song for the clinically depressed. Happy thoughts, people, happy thoughts!
I hope to do more in my existence than just exit it. I would think that things like raising a family, or achieving personal satisfaction or living a good life are all doing far better than dying in my sleep.
If dying in your sleep is the best you can do, you’re in pretty poor shape and might as well do it soon.
“If you want to ride
Don’t ride the White Horse
If you want to ride
Ride the White Pony”
Translation: Do cocaine instead of heroin and everything will be swell!
“Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around”
- never sounded like too good a plan, to me…
(the Gin Blossoms, of course)
Off-Topic, but Pepper Mill sings this one as
“Christine…you don’t have to turn on your headlights”
We now return you to your regularly-scheduled thread.
And now, I will too.
I never liked this song much:
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies.
And she only reveals what she wants you to see.
She hides like a child, but she’s always a woman to me.
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you.
She can ask for the truth but she’ll never believe.
And she’ll take what you’ll give her as long as it’s free.
Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she’s always a woman to me.
Oooh, she takes care of herself.
And so on. What kind of woman are you dating, man?
I always interpreted the line “she’s always a woman to me” to mean that she puts out. So he can handle all the other stuff because he’s getting some. I hate that song too.
Personally, I draw the line at “she’ll carelessly cut you and laugh while your bleeding…”
GET THE HELL OUT DUDE!
Thong…th thong thong thong!!! Sorry I couldn’t help it.
I don’t think I know this song, but it doesn’t look like it’s promising that everything will be swell for cocaine users…merely that if you choose to use illicit drugs you’re better off on cocaine than on heroin. I can’t speak from experience, but if forced to choose between the two I’d go with cocaine too.