It Ain't nuttin' like a fist full of cash or a bliss full of the hash
That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
From talking through your Walkman or at your disco bash
Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin brown
A metal face mask with a built in frown
A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
edit on 12-11-2014 by Lysergic because: (no reason given)
a reply to: Grenzerfahrung
What the hell. Whats up with you people, what are you like some sort of messenger for that krypto guy, how come he never has any messages for me,
what am I not cute enough, were is the love for galad eh? What happened to that guy, he get banned or something? Kind of sucks I suppose now there
will be nobody going all weird and stuff on this site, now there is nobody to talk about krypto the superdog anymore.
Or at least once a week the dude abides, but no more then that. Sometimes maybe once every equinox, and only if there is a blood red moon, and if all
the planets align including nibiru and sprinktasx. Well, then that number may be bumped up to possible twice a week.
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