It's kinda crummy that halloween falls on a monday..... Not too bad I guess since I can dress up, and go watch monday night football at the pub..... I was thinking about going as a psycho priest.... not the kind that touches kids, but the kind that kills people..... bible in one hand, bloody knife in the other.
If me and my Sara Rosie wnet tricker treatin' together than I would be the Egg Man and she would be my Egg Lady. I would push her in a trolley and she could eat as many eggs as she wants. We could go tricker treatin for eggs, and then later we smash eggs on ourselves and do the nasty. Whiel this is happening her boyfriend will be on the toilet trying to lay the egg I shoved up his asshole!
ME: probably a hippie, but it won't be quite like these 3 hippie costumes I found online. Actually I think these look rediculous.
whats with your obsession with sara_rose... you should go as an online stalker and wear some dingy undies with a combover and carry a can of baked beans while holding a print out of her posts...
well no ofcourse not not in the morning-ish, i mean, not when i just woke up man, that's weeeeeeed time
I'll be John Waters and color my hair blue like he did in 1972. I will stalk girls and flash my self, they will see a long sausage attached to my monkey.
beats me..... isn't chum fish/shark bait? That'd have to be a rediculously boring movie.... maybe that's why I haven't heard of it..... what kind of weird shit are you into?
Busted flat in Baton Rouge Waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Sara thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained It rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon Out of my dirty red bandana And I was playin' soft while Sara sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time I was holdin' Sara's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon, if it ain't free And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Sara Rosie From the Kentucky coal mines To the California sun Sara shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather Through everything that we'd done Yeah, Sara baby, he kept me from the cold world One day up near Salinas, Lord I let her slip away She was lookin' for that home, and I hope she finds it But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows For one single yesterday To be holdin' Sara's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Sara left me, yeah But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues I said, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm hm It's good enough for me and my Sara Rosie La da da La da da da La da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da Sara Rosie, yeah La da da da da da da La da da da da da da La da da da da da da Sara Rosie, yeah La da La la da da la da da la da da La da da da da da da da da Sara Rosie, yeah La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Hey, now Sara Oh Sara Rosie, yeah Well, I call her my lover Call her my woman I said, I call her my lover Did the best I can, i said c'mon Sara now Hey now Sara Rosie, yeah Woo La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la Hey, hey, hey Sara Rosie, yeah [instrumental] la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la Hey, hey, hey, Sara Rosie, yeah