Now--Where Were We?
The following fragment has been slowly working its way out of the noggin today, like some hardened turd. The tune, of course, is Wiv a Little Bit o' Luck:
The Lord above damns gluttony and envy
And pride and sloth and avarice and wrath;
The Lord above damns gluttony and envy, but—
With a little bit of lust,
With a little bit of lust,
You at least might get a nice sponge bath.
Lyric © 2008 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
The Lord above damns gluttony and envy
And pride and sloth and avarice and wrath;
The Lord above damns gluttony and envy, but—
With a little bit of lust,
With a little bit of lust,
You at least might get a nice sponge bath.
Lyric © 2008 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
posted by npetrikov at 6:49 PM
1 Comments:
Such mild expectations. Reminds me of the elderly gent whose friends chipped in for a birthday present: A beautiful young girl showed up at his door one evening and purred, "I'm here to give you super sex!" He thought for a few seconds, then replied, "Well, I guess I'll take the soup."
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