Composition
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Feels good to appreciate Labor Day Eve the way it’s supposed to be appreciated: lunging into whatever Happy Friends Time is available, knowing full well that the next day will not be spent at the office. At last, the lousy reprieve of the workforce has gained significance for me. I will be working from my bed the whole time tomorrow, though. This rod will never leave my ass.
Tonight’s episode of Happy Friends Time featured me, Carl, Peachy and three drained pitchers. Despite the holiday’s thrust for the conscious evasion of productivity, Carl and I worked hard on a nice little ditty for The Peachy. Yes, yes. Worked very hard, making sure the original melody and our lyrics (oozing with profundity) jived into the masterpiece of this day and age. We debated over the use of “twat” in place of “cunt,” and in the end, we agreed that pairing “cunt” and “butt” together was the more accurate portrayal of deep human emotion. To hell with the rhyme.
So it goes a little something like this:
The Peachy Song
(to the tune of Frosty the Snowman)
Peachy the Prostiiiiiii
Has a very happy cunt
She will sleep with you
If you ask her to
And she’ll take it up the buuuuttttt
And!
Peachy the Trannyyyy
Has a very tiny cock
She will sleep with you
But it won’t get up
So by then she’ll have to suuuuucccckkk
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Sheer genius.
posted by marguerite @ 2:51 AM
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