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Wow.

A lot of you sure are passionate about breakfast food...



... but I feel like we skipped a step, you and I.

I seemed to have to serve a bunch of people breakfast in bed, but that requires a little bit of comittment in one direction or another...

So which is it, folks?

Personal butler or personal sex slave?

(you can only pick one... my l'li heart can't take being a fuck doll that has to answer your door for other boys and girls...)

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Well, well, well. it's yet another day here in Vancouver where it decides to be as hot as a sauna but the sun is almost nowhere in sight. If I have to listen to one more person say "Ahhh. It'll burn off" I might just start taking bunnies and kittens hostage.

So come Mr. Sunshine. Do your shit and get your face out there.

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My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease

My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Love you all.