Don't you want to come with me, and feel my bones on your bones.
The killers
26 October 2010
Funny story; I was, for some reason, looking up necrophiliac jokes and I came upon this random song and I think it's quite hilarious in a really sick way.
I get frustrated
When they get cremated.
Because try as you must,
You can't fuck dust.
Each time I enter the mausoleum gate
I get the urge to fornicate.
My name is Bill
I like to fuck'em when their still
I whack off in
An occupied coffin.
I love wrinkly women
Who are over sixty-five
Es-spec-ial-ly
If they died when twenty-five.
Each time I pass the cemetery gate
I get the urge to copulate.
My name is Mitch
And I dig a wealthy bitch
Not because she's really rich
But in a six-foot ditch.
Like most men I am not
I don't prefer my women hot
I may be bold --
But I prefer my women cold.
24 October 2010
23 October 2010
My BFFFL was in sever pain and has to go to the doctors, so I was the only one working, on a sunny, perfect weather, Saturday and I died!
And I had to work that night as well, so I finally finished at 10pm (11 hours work, with two- 10minute breaks).
I feel like such a champ I wasn't even angry or annoyed that I had to work just tired as fuck!
but then being a retard that I am, I stayed up till 2.30 in the morning blogging and watching house wives ahaha.
The MOST AMAZING sunset at work yesterday so I couldn't rest
22 October 2010
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