PORK SODA
Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was burgundy.
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It was red, and you painted with the goddamn sprinkler and now you have bits and pieces of burgundy stuck to your butt every time you get off of it.
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You never tell your family, you never tell your family because, you know, ol' Junior, he's got no brains, and what can you do? What can you do?
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(And old Junior, you know, got a little crazy with that P.B.J. that one day...??)
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Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin' 'round the house
Swillin' down them Cans of swine
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Ha ha ha! Yes, Dad's an idiot alright!
Well, alright, I'm really starting to worry about you.
You had to have that two-car garage with the large driveway so you could park that goddamn boat in it.
If it wasn't for the boat (blah blah blah)
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I like Kansas wine...
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Well, maybe it's something simpler, like your team lost or your girlfriend used to be a guy, you know, I don't know.
I mean.. (blah blah blah)
HAHAHA, I love these clipboard threads.
