I guess it wasn't really right
I guess it wasn't meant to be
It didn't matter what they said 'cause we were good in bed
I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight for all the wrong reasons
No,
It didn't matter what I tried
It's just a little hard to leave when you're going down on me
I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight for all the wrong reasons
I only wanted to be 16... and free.
6-8 million animals are subjected to euthanasia, annually, in US animal shelters.
She said how'd you like to waste some time and I could not resist when I saw Little Nikki grind.
If you start off depressed, everything is kind of a pleasant surprise.
Born in 1973 at Denver "Will that be cash or credit?" General Hospital, Jason began actively pursuing, not learning T'ai Chi. While not learning T'ai Chi he enrolled in the Aurora Public Schools.
Starting first at Clyde Miller Elementary School (for the nearsighted and potentially sexually dysfunctional), Jason excelled in school activities. Particularly Jell-O sculpting and snot rockets.
Moving on to East Middle School (for the redundant and redundant), Jason took up such activities as Bar-crawling and womanizing. Middle school was great for Jason until his meth lab blew up forcing him to move back into the mansion.
At Rangeview High School (for wanna-be rappers and the people who don't like wanna be rappers), Jason was challenged with helping to save the world from the evil Skeletor.
After his first People's Sexiest Primate Alive award, Jason put his fame into action. Retail stores clamored for his image. Ultimately choosing one, Jason became the official spokesperson for the pooper scooper.
With is second PSPA award, Jason withdrew from the public spotlight, diving into philanthropy.
It was the early nineties when Jason met his nemesis, (insert name here). Locked in a crucial battle of good versus evil, Jason elected to make muffins, forever forsaking the opposite sex.
Then Jason found god. Amending his commandment, Jason decided to always consult god before entering relationships that do not come with standard drivers-side air-bags.
Jason worked for a moving company, transporting top secret fish for a local icecream chain. During this time he met another nemesis, (insert name here). He had to consult god.
So Jason went to Steve Buscemi, who is infact god. Steve didn't answer his letters so the jury is still out.
"Steve, call me baby..." Jason says from his cell. And that didn't mean cellphone.
Jason found more work, waiting tables for a prestigious landscape company. Times were good for the simian. Electing to fight the hordes of darkness, Jason left the lawn manicurists, for greener pastures.
These days Jason works as a professional mime and can ruin any occasion with his unorthodox Camel Toe routine. Feces tossing available on request.
As you may have see, Jason cannot spell. A product of the spell-check generation he prefers to spend his time masturbating and cooking ramen, than to do something so remedial as say ... learn something.
Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name.
People that copy lyrics from songs onto their profiles, are absolute tools.
