tonight i plan to hang out with CandySaysand get to bed early. i have to study these abbreviations for work because they cant put me out on the floor until my dyslexic ass memorizes all of them. ugh.
hopefully i make enough money to get food and cigarettes.
i also should memorize the table #'s because i havent yet. i find all of that very difficult because things in my head are all backwards.
before i go....i found these lyrics to this old irish sone and i'm in love with it. its so dirty and it makes me laugh...
Ball of Kerrymuir
Four and twenty virgins
Came down from Inverness
And when the ball was over
There were four and twenty less.
Balls to your partner
Arse against the wall
If you've never been fucked
On a saturday night
You've never been fucked at all.
There was recking in the parlour
And fucking on the stairs
You could hardly see the carpet
For a mass of curly hairs.
There was fucking in the kitchen
And fucking in the hall
You couldn't hear the music
For the clanging of the balls.
The village plumber, he was there
He felt an awful fool
He'd come eleven leagues or more
and forgot to bring his tool.
The chinese student, he was there
He couldn't get a ride
'Cause all the cunts went up and down
Instead from side to side.
The village idiot, he was there
He did his silly trick
He pulled his foreskin over his head
And vanished into his prick
The village cripple, he was there
He wasn't up to much
He put them up against the wall
And fucked them with his crutch.
The vicars wife, well she was there
She was sitting by the fire
Knitting rubber johnnies
Out of old India-rubber tyres.
The chimney sweeper, now he was there
But he soon got the boot
Fot every time he farted
He filled the room with soot.
The blacksmith's brother, he was there
A mighty man was he
He lined them up against the wall
And fucked them three by three.
The mayor's daughter she was there
She had the crowd in fits
A-jumping off the mantle piece
And bouncing off her tits.
The village postman, he was there
The poor man had the pox
He couldn't reach the lassies
So he fucked the letterbox.
And when the ball was over
They all went home to rest
The music had been exquisite
But the fucking was the best.
love you all
hopefully i make enough money to get food and cigarettes.
i also should memorize the table #'s because i havent yet. i find all of that very difficult because things in my head are all backwards.
before i go....i found these lyrics to this old irish sone and i'm in love with it. its so dirty and it makes me laugh...
Ball of Kerrymuir
Four and twenty virgins
Came down from Inverness
And when the ball was over
There were four and twenty less.
Balls to your partner
Arse against the wall
If you've never been fucked
On a saturday night
You've never been fucked at all.
There was recking in the parlour
And fucking on the stairs
You could hardly see the carpet
For a mass of curly hairs.
There was fucking in the kitchen
And fucking in the hall
You couldn't hear the music
For the clanging of the balls.
The village plumber, he was there
He felt an awful fool
He'd come eleven leagues or more
and forgot to bring his tool.
The chinese student, he was there
He couldn't get a ride
'Cause all the cunts went up and down
Instead from side to side.
The village idiot, he was there
He did his silly trick
He pulled his foreskin over his head
And vanished into his prick
The village cripple, he was there
He wasn't up to much
He put them up against the wall
And fucked them with his crutch.
The vicars wife, well she was there
She was sitting by the fire
Knitting rubber johnnies
Out of old India-rubber tyres.
The chimney sweeper, now he was there
But he soon got the boot
Fot every time he farted
He filled the room with soot.
The blacksmith's brother, he was there
A mighty man was he
He lined them up against the wall
And fucked them three by three.
The mayor's daughter she was there
She had the crowd in fits
A-jumping off the mantle piece
And bouncing off her tits.
The village postman, he was there
The poor man had the pox
He couldn't reach the lassies
So he fucked the letterbox.
And when the ball was over
They all went home to rest
The music had been exquisite
But the fucking was the best.
love you all
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