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Should I dedicate my song to RonatNYu for his birthday?????

I gotta crack jar
Is it just enough
so we can fly away

we gotta stop all that itchen
swingin at stuff
that isn’t even there
we gotta get out the kitchen

leave that pie
that momma made last night
we know we got a problem

we’ll quit school
if we don’t stay away

I gotta crack jar
Are we high enough
that we can save the day

Everyone’s looken like a hero
tie on
big mommas scarf
and we will fly away

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… had a feeling I’d hit the bong
and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIe…
had a feeling I could be someone
be someone

Do you have one too?

I gotta crack jar
Is it just enough
so we can fly away

we gotta stop all that itchen
swingin at stuff
that isn’t even there
we gotta get out the kitchen

leave that pie
that momma made last night
we know we got a problem

we’ll quit school
if we don’t stay away

I gotta crack jar
Are we high enough
that we can save the day

Everyone’s looken like a hero
tie on
big mommas scarf
and we will fly away

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… a feeling I’d hit the bong
and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIe…
had a feeling I could be someone
be someone

When You Ask A question , Are You Really Asking Or Are You Like ” I Gotta Do It My Way , Or No Way At All ” ?

I was born to run. . . I was born to dream
The craziest boy you ever seen
I gotta do it my way. . . . . Or no way at all
And I was here to please. .. even on my knees
Havin fun with whomever I please
I gotta do it my way. . . .. . Or no way at all

And then you liberals came around. . . . tried to tie me down
I was such a clown
You had to have it your way. . .. . Or no way at all
Well I’ve had all I can take. . . I can’t take it no more
I’m gonna pack my bags and FLY. . . Ba-by
Or no way at all

So. . why. . don’t. . you. .turn me loose
Turn me loose , turn me loose
I gotta do it my way .. . .Or no way at all

When you ask a question , are you lookin to turn people loose or do we gotta do it your way or no way at all ?

Season’s Beatings?

There’s gotta be a better way to spend December.

Let’s face it: once you’re old enough to fall off of Santa’s “List”, Christmas loses some of its magic. Actually, it loses all its magic and turns into a super-commercialized orgy of over-eating, binge drinking, and familial Hell. But there isn’t any “bah, humbug” here… no siree! We just think the venerable holiday could use some fresh changes, nothing big… just a couple of twists here and there. Like a new cover of “White Christmas” sung by Robert Downey Jr. perhaps, or maybe a Ninja Santa, or instead of giving presents, give advice. That way everyone gives and gets. So we kindly suggest that you enact some of these new traditions in your celebration of this holiday season.

* Decorate your fireplace, tree, and house with long fatty strips of Christmas Bacon.

* Fill a pair of galoshes with cottage cheese and leave them by the door Christmas Eve. Check back in the morning to look for Santa’s little curds-slathered footprints.

* Get rid of your Christmas Tree and invest in the new Yuletide rage… The Chia Christ!

* Decorate your nipples with frosting, sprinkles, and tinsel.

* Attend Midnight Mass and hoot “boo-yah” every time the priest mentions “the savior”.

* Carve stars in pumpkins, and hide painted eggs in your yard while dressed up like Abraham Lincoln. When your neighbors ask you what you’re doing, respond, “I was going to ask you freaks the same thing.”

* Dress up like an elf, go to a playground, and collect lunch money from kids to “pay for Santa’s chemotherapy”. Buy a Christmas six pack with the proceeds.

* Find out exactly how many cups of spiked eggnog it takes to get sugarplums to dance in your head.

* Eat Christmas dinner at a soup kitchen in a suit and tie and complain loudly that the service is lousy, the creamed corn is lumpy, and someone smells like “ripe ass”.

* Casually hang out at a mall dressed like Santa. When hurried parents ask you if you’re the on-duty Santa, smile and say “No. I’m John Wayne Gacy”.

* Get the crap beaten out of you for showing the “Christmas Spirit” by hugging strangers on the street.

* Boil goat heads and festoon the outside of your house with them. Suggest to neighbors that they do the same because the skulls “spook flying reindeer”.

* Tell your parents you’re bringing home someone special, and then arrive with a life-sized Gingerbread Man. If you’re a man, tell your folks you’re “gay for gingerbread”. If you’re a woman, tell them you have something else “cooking in the oven”.

* Make sure all your toy-sized nativity scenes come with spring-loaded attack sheep, kung-fu grip wise men, and shepherds that transform into robotic tarantulas.

* Christmas Morning Happy Hour at Hooters, 6am ’til Noon.

Should I dedicate my song to RonatNYu for his birthday?????

I gotta crack jar
Is it just enough
so we can fly away

we gotta stop all that itchen
swingin at stuff
that isn’t even there
we gotta get out the kitchen

leave that pie
that momma made last night
we know we got a problem

we’ll quit school
if we don’t stay away

I gotta crack jar
Are we high enough
that we can save the day

Everyone’s looken like a hero
tie on
big mommas scarf
and we will fly away

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… had a feeling I’d hit the bong
and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIe…
had a feeling I could be someone
be someone