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
The Story: And my blunt is my ho now
The Story: At home, drawing pictures, Of mounds of tots, With ham on top
This gave me a mental image of the impeccably
fashionable Brian Ferry copping off with a skank
who can't be bothered to replace her pantyhose
when they've seen better days, nor does she have
an acceptable pedicure routine. Indeed, the image
was one of disgusting unwashed feet with unkempt
toenails tearing a hole in the toes of her tights
(pantyhose) which she has roughly sewn up with
needle and thread... and she'd be wearing open-
toed shoes. This mental image made me shudder for
years. And still does even after looking up the
proper words. It's too ingrained now. Just like
the dirt on her feet...
1/8/2013 3:13 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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