The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
My little brother and I were sitting in the back seat of our car (with a boombox-- that makes it funnier) on the way to a family vacation. My brother thought he was so cool because he was 13 or so at the time and really liked The Doors. He sang that line, "and our love become a funeral parlour" and I just lost it. I still tease him about it.
12/18/2001 10:48 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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