Ain’t got no job,
Causes me to sob,
Ain’t either a snob,
Will work for sex,
Can do anything,
If it ain’t too complex…
Bored I sometimes get,
Self sex doesn’t pay,
Eventually after me,
They will come with a net,
If you want I will put my body,
On permanent display,
That should scare the kiddies,
That don’t practice sex that’s safe…
Promiscuous you may call me,
Or call me loose a slut or whore,
You can trust, with me life won’t be a bore,
And you won’t have to worry about the fact that you snore…
© ed ;-) 2/18/09
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Who is that chick?
Ron
PS If you start makin lots of money, don't forget your two dear brothers at Christmas!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
WHAT WOMAN IN HER RIGHT MIND WOULD PAY FOR THAT BOD?
U'D MAKE MORE MONEY WITH A SIGN SAYIN' -
"PEE-WEE & EDVARD WILL MATCH YOUR DONATIONS JUST
TO GET ME OFF THE STREET AND OUT OF SIGHT!"
AND I AM TELLIN' RENE ---- TK ...
Georg
Fee
Blessings and Love - Micke
Newfie hugs, Rose
Poor woman. Wearing a cardboard bikini must be tough. And that dude checking out her dinner rolls - obviously not a gentleman!
And did you know that dope and alcohol and fornicating darkens the soul? Eventually the chestnuts wither up to raisins, the meat piston flops like a rubber band, the eyes get crossed, and you begin to stutter chronically. Then when you hobble down the street like Chester in Gunsmoke, because of the onset of a host of colorful STD's rotting your brain, everybody points at you and says: "I knew that dude when ..."
Regis
When I was married, I thought foreplay was two days of begging.
Walt
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.