How mant licks to a tootsi pop center, mr owl? lick, lick, lick...being such a dick, cause i am a stupid fucking hick down in fort dicks, lick, lick to the center of her tootsi pop center, yum yum yum in the tummy, a cherry flavor rich in gluton free hard shell candy, wrapped on her tootsi, so beat it kid, lick your ow...n: fuck owl don't have to be a prick about how many licks you dick

CHUCK♠

Lyrics,
 


           Its ok to wear black© once in awhile,
its ok to be bleak for one day or so, so rare so far.... so dear  and weary of battle of life, suicide thoughts going through the insane,
always hard to explain why,
dont be shy when your high,
ready to pull the trigger.
          its ok to wear black my friend,
 the cancer is ripping you apart in half and all around,
 seeing is beleiving, for you havent felt the pain,
wanting so much to kill the pain,
its alright when your wearing black.
          its ok to wear black once in awhile,
a parade for the fallen soldier who in his prime didnt get to experiance life,
its a bit triffling,
shot down in some foreign place,
he was the star ace♠,
nothing left to bring back to the base.
          its ok to wear black once in awhile
dance with the reaper,
so grim and trim,
magical cloak to help as you choke,
doing the work of the crow,
many so but when your there looking at the rows,
           its ok to wear black once in awhile,
           its ok to wear black once in awhile,
keep track of when you wear black,
press your slacks,
cover you tracks,
cause its ok to wear black...........................



.....................lyrics chuck

Two years have gone by, how time flys. Feels like yesterday that you were here then not. At times its hard to relize this and other times I wonder why. All I can say is that I love you Paula, I wish we could of got old together but the almighty had other plans. I miss you Paula, and I want to thank you for making me a better man, you truely are an Angel. As I move on with life, your lessons you have taught me will not ever be lost. Also thank you for being my wife, even though at times I was an ass, I love you Mrs. Marion.

ok so like i was watching breaking bad the other day, great show, love it man, so anywho, i saw this commercial for this trojan finger pleasure thing for females, like kewl man, so they got these mid 30 chicks talking about it, then in the back round they got this like 80 year ole woman listening in, so anywho the conversation ends and the ole lady is like yea i know where you can order them.
 
ok i'm like dude this is so wrong man, so it came on again, and i was about to upchuck but my trash can was full.
like fuck man show this commercial as a sex ed thing to kids and god forbid noone will ever have sex nor masterbate, sure the hell worked for me..hell i'm scared now, its just as bad as those dudes going on for erectial disfunction, fuck man, do i really care if bob got a big weiner or some ole fucking lady is masterbating, like i need more nitemares, shit dude.
its was kewl with the mid 30 chicks, be like a great lesbian thing, shit i take two dikes in bed fingering each other underneath the cover then the product comes up, magic finger by trojan, but no.........fucking ole lady, for real?

Theres a place for the insane to go, a little past, a little front..A river runs through it, nomes, and fairies, a pixie chick with all the glamourous thrills. Sex comes naturually, fucking insane sex for the mental, mental fucking you under the bridge, No Hope is the bridges name, many crossed it many lay underneath being fucked by the super unnataural, ah yes, I have seen this place, for being mental as is, the creatures like to rip your apart as they fuck you, flying in your mind as a bug, don't really want to hug you inside..wheres is the sane in insane, fly a plane and drop a bomb on the lane of bridge, destroy the insane, but where would the fun be, if you weren't....

Guns, Guns, Guns
The Guess Who
Written by Burton Cummings

American hunter, bring 'em up the north side
Guns, guns, guns
Run, take the money, here's a bullet for your boyfriend
Guns, guns, guns
Eagle all gone, and no more caribou
Guns, guns, guns
You be the red king, I'll be the yellow pawn

God speed Mother Nature
Never really wanted to say good-bye
God speed Mother Nature, you know that I'm callin' you now
Never really wanted to say good-bye
God speed Mother Nature
Never really wanted to say good-bye
God speed Mother Nature
Never really wanted to say good-bye

Shoot a few, knock 'em down, cost you half a buck now
Guns, guns, guns
Babe give you kisses if you hit a rubber duck

now
Guns, guns, guns
You be the red king, I'll be the yellow pawn
Guns, guns, guns
Eagle all gone, and no more caribou
Guns, guns, guns
Eagle all gone, and no more caribou
Guns, guns, guns
No more
Eagle all gone, and no more caribou

God speed Mother Nature
Never really wanted to say good-bye
God speed Mother Nature, I'm weepin', I'm cryin' for ya
Never really wanted to say good-bye
God speed Mother Nature, ya know that I'm weepin' for ya
Never really wanted to say good-bye
God speed Mother Nature, and I'm cryin' out
Never really wanted to say good-bye
I know you're goin' and I'm weepin' Nature, weepin' Mother Nature
Never really wanted to say good-bye, and I'm weepin' for ya
Weepin' for ya Mother Nature, and I'm cryin' for ya
Never really wanted to say good-bye
Take care of me lovin' Mother, Mother Nature, and I'm missin' ya
Never really wanted to say good-bye
Where've you gone?
God speed Mother Nature, and I'm weepin' for ya

Alright this is the way my life works...Well I went Monday to get my physical, of course they have the 5 panel test, so of course I am positive on two for medications I'm on, so they sent it out, I call Thursday and they say I'm a go, so later that day I went back for my physical, so it came to the Doctor there asking bout my back, which I'm being honest instead of saying I had no problems, so this Dr. Tomas said she wants a thing from my neuro doc stating I can lift 60lbs, like what the fuck, so today being Friday I went to the neuro doc, have to spend like 60 bucks to see him and I got a paper to give to themstating I can work, so I went there and they said it wasn't good enough, so what the fuck. So I yelled at them this is bullshit!!! I stormed out screaming God Bless America.
What a lovely fucking country we live in, fucking honesty means shit anymore. I guess like my Metallica shirt I had awhile back said was " honesty is our best policy" underneath it had sculls of those deceased.
Wait til next week when I go back, I'm going to stick my foot so far up her ass, lets see how good my back is for that!! So yea...I'm missing out on two weeks of pay, spent 60 bucks for the neuro doc, so yup, I'm fucking pissed, she will hear of this. This is a sweet job, beside Hershey.. so if she denies me, there will be a foot up a ass, literally

I don't know what to say about life.. its a fucking mystery..one day your riding high on your horse then the horse bucks, you find yourself mangled at looking up to the sky for an answer..you get none, I ask myself each day, Why do I turtor myself in bothering to try? Everytime I try to be nice, i get shot down like a b52  hate my life, so why i'm i still living? why couldnt i be struck down with some awful illness, what the fuck! aint i good for that even..shit man..i am nice as could be and here i am bitching on myspace, why? who the fuck cares anymore? the times are fucked up, and here i am just reflecting on all this horror and i dunno, i guess i am not good for anyone...shit i think i am going to be alone for the rest of my life.. i think i am half decend looking, i'm not a model, i like to love, but as i hear there is no such thing as love, which i am starting to believe, after awhile of reflecting, you start to find yourself wondering why you exist and that your just not good enough then you find yourself contiplating different thoughts in your head, many death and well thats where i am at now. i prob wont do it but one of these days i am going to crack like an egg...i'm tired, my spirit is tired..just want happiness and love...
I'm tired of people thinking I'm creepy or weird or whatever...i'm not man..I just got a lot of feelings.. i like to be happy, when i find someone who does i get excited, then i am shot down, then i get depressed. i would do anything for anyone, i been through alot of shit, personally i am suprised i am still around and breathing. I cherish the person i am with until my trust goes or until im creepy.. i get insulted when i am called that, cause i am far from that. so why live, if you can't express your feelings? fuck i keep falling off that horse and man it hurts like fuck, how many times can you jump back on and fall off without getting pissed? i'm sorry for living or being the person i am, trust me i wish i was dead as much as everyone else thinks i should. maybe i feel sorry for myself but hey.. what the fuck, what do i got to look forward to? except for death, what? i can't smile, its gone, just like Paula is gone.