The Kackistocrat's Handbook for the Recently Deceased.

My childhood was typical--summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds; pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles . There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking…I suggest you try it -- Dr. Evil

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Location: Richmond, California, United States

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Some Great Lyrics

I don’t want to fake it,
I just want to make it,
The ornaments look pretty,
but they’re pulling down the branches of the tree,

I don’t want to think about it,
I don’t want to talk about it,
When I kiss your lips,
I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea,

-Love You Madly
Cake

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