RoyalOrleans

Had you known my might and guile, this thought would never have crossed your mind.

Could you have been born and not egg-hatched as I previously assumed?

Johnny Cash Folsom Prison Blues I hear the train a comin' It's rollin' 'round the bend, And I ain't seen the sunshine, Since, I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, And time keeps draggin' on, But that train keeps a-rollin', On down to San Antone. When I was just a baby, My Mama told me, "Son, Always be a good boy, Don't ever play with guns," But I shot a man in Reno, Just to watch him die, When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry. I bet there's rich folks eatin', In a fancy dining car, They're probably drinkin' coffee, And smokin' big cigars, But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free, But those people keep a-movin', And that's what tortures me. Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine, I bet I'd move out over a little, Farther down the line, Far from Folsom Prison, That's where I want to stay, And I'd let that lonesome whistle, Blow my blues away.

If a male student waltzed into my high school sporting a "I Heart My Penis" t-shirt, the boy would be subject to a beatdown. When that boy is out of high school, jerking off suddenly becomes less "gay" or "queer". In a marriage, masturbation becomes mandatory.

Hmmm.... touche!

I recall an old episode of Beavis and Butthead where they were watching Madonna's Justify My Love video. In the video Madonna makes a crotch grab on herself and Butthead cunningly remarks, "Whoa! She's touching her virginia!".

Hank Williams, Sr., however is a different talent altogether.

Mama told me, "Life is like a box of rubbers. Sometimes they're blue and sometimes they break.".

I prefer spontaneity over rehashed, traditional corporate bullshit days any old time.

I smoked parsley once. I garnished a craving for a salad afterwords.

I don't celebrate that fucking Hallmark Holiday, however I recognize Singles Awareness Day on the 15th of February. No not really... I loathe obligation... you all know that.

I'm offended by the word "mart". I am starting a campaign to have it removed from signage everywhere.

Wonderful insight, Harley. Tell me, are you related to Koko the Monkey? Just curious... I mean, you both share an affinity for broad generalizations and factless assertions.

Her death. That's right, I said it. She was a fucking embarrassment of a human being.

Why not cork up and go on stage with that tragic fuckin

That's still not a valid excuse! There are military surplus stores all over the place. Save up your allowance and burn down the trailer park.

If you used punctuation, perhaps I would give a tupenny fuck what you're babbling about. And, yes, I really think that you're stupid.

Don't you fucking back-sass me, you fat little shitheel.

I rarely pay attention to the nonsensical, builder.

That's no excuse!

Ohh... I always sit next to the fat guys. They are the ones pathetic enough to blow a bank roll of hundred dollar bills.

In your case, it means someone who relapses into stupidity.

The standard works well against little elementary school nigglets, but for the larger ape-ish variety one needs a firehose.

Whoa! Builder? Unleashing latent homosexual desires? How would you know what his Johnson smelled of?

I have never, ever had an influenza inoculation and still I remain as healthy as a horse. I had a flu-like spell back in January of 2006, but that was the last time I ever felt sickly. I missed a total of six hours of work that day, but I did turn in sick time.