Monday, January 24, 2005

OH MOTHER, WHERE ART THOU?

Oh my dear mother
Floating on the bath-tub waters
Of the inbred, bread-baking world,
God bless 'em all.
Whar ur ya?

We poopers and priestesses
Need your guidance and support!
Sorta like a girdle.

Sign up!
Tune in!
Turn over before you burn your butt in that
Sweet southern sunshine.

3 comments:

creeser said...

Hey Fatty - i be afraid that da mama done dis-in-hair-it-ed us - eider that or da skipper of her rowboat done throw her compooter over da' board

Fatty said...

If the skipper threw it over the board, can't she just step over the board and go get it?

creeser said...

Don't be a smart ass.....