Saturday, April 28, 2007
No One Will Believe We Don't Drink
There's no way at least half of these dudes aren't drunk off their pink arses. (Especially Dave, Garred, Jon, Paul, and Scotty.)
Ode to Spring
Ode to Spring
Ere the summer sun doth glare
A golden hue doth light the air
To signal weather calm and fair
The boys are out to play.
Dave is light and country fair
Mark a man with dashing dare
Jentry long without a care
A handsome trio gay.
Now the sun descends its stair
It's warming rays no more to share
The sky, the moon is soon to tear
The curtains of this day.
Good night, Dave.
Good night, Mark.
Good night, Jentry.
Good night, Spring.
Ere the summer sun doth glare
A golden hue doth light the air
To signal weather calm and fair
The boys are out to play.
Dave is light and country fair
Mark a man with dashing dare
Jentry long without a care
A handsome trio gay.
Now the sun descends its stair
It's warming rays no more to share
The sky, the moon is soon to tear
The curtains of this day.
Good night, Dave.
Good night, Mark.
Good night, Jentry.
Good night, Spring.
Sherpa Shame
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Such a Disappointment
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Glad You Were Born
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Hey Baby, What's Your Sign?
Blue suit, 80's hair.
Gold chains, Sexy glare.
Michael Jackson?, Don't you dare.
Purple axe, Medium rare.
Satin smooth, makes you stare.
Colts v. Bears, I don't care.
Thrown on stage, my underwear.
Will you sing at our fireside?
Gold chains, Sexy glare.
Michael Jackson?, Don't you dare.
Purple axe, Medium rare.
Satin smooth, makes you stare.
Colts v. Bears, I don't care.
Thrown on stage, my underwear.
Will you sing at our fireside?
Sunday, April 08, 2007
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