76th page already.. i think can hit 80 by 5pm
ah mos!! bet on what??
post 1st.... me going soon liao....
The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility muffin
Research kitchen... reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
Intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular aside
Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:
Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing
Anointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk
Yuk... lets try that again...!) he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:
Some people... some people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself, I say
There is naught nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of gods grey
Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!
Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin
He hung around till you found
That he didnt know nuthin
Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin
Bruce fowler on trombone, napoleon murphy brock on tenor sax, and lead vocals,
Terry bozzio on drums, tom fowler on bass, denny walley on slide, george duke
On keyboards, captain beefheart on vocals, and soprano sax, and madness. thank
You very much for coming to the concert tonight. hope you enjoyed it. goodnight
Austin, texas, where ever you are.
oh! just 3 pages more to go! and we still got 15 mins more!
You know your mama and your daddy
Sayin i'm no good for you
They call me dirty from the alley
Til i don't know what to do
I get so tired of sneakin around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage
And your mama jumps out screamin'
Dont come back no more!
I cant take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
Later i tried to call you
Your mama told me you werent there
(you just weren't there)
She told me don't bother to call again
Unless i cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage
And your mama jumped out screamin'
Dont come back no more!
I cant take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
(repeat last three verses)
ignore all links and chiong all the way!!!
See my head, (no, no more, stop it)
My head? !!
Hahahaha
Lets see if you can put your knees all the way up to your armpits, art.
Artie, artie, artie. suck, suck . . .
Sit on his face girl.
Say, say hello baby.
Suckit.
Doonk.
Juice it, juice it..
Get it in.
Lemme see your cock. oh, jesus.
White skin, lemme . . .
Look at it man.
One, two, three.
One two three?
Is it succulent?
Ooh, you grabbed a tuft of hair there...
Oooh, I like it (do you? )
Hooh-hoh-ha, brap!
Come up here, were havin a party.
Oh artie, oh.
Jizz you, jizz you, art!
Look out.
Gimme some nose.
Jizz you
Ayyyy
Youre gonna tear the fuckin buttons..
Jizz you, jizz you
Owwww.
I didnt even believe it
You didnt believe it?
Oh, look at that.
Boy I didnt believe it.
I didnt even beleeve it.
Oh, thats good.
I didnt even beleeeeve it.
How bout that?
All that hair coming out of me, ...
Happy birthday, artie.
How many humps do we give him?
How many humps do we give him?
Twenty four?
Twenty four big ones.
Twenty four big ones.
Twenty four jizzers.
Get one- and one to count.
And one to grow on.
