Broken Hearts Are For Assholes Lyrics Hey now, hey
Hey, do you know what you are? You're an asshole Asshole
Some of you might not agree 'cause you probably likes a lot of misery But think a while and you will see... Broken hearts are for assholes Broken hearts are for assholes (Are you an asshole?) Broken hearts are for assholes (Are you an asshole too?) Whatcha gonna do 'cause you're an asshole?
No, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah I said, "You are an asshole"
Maybe you think you're a lonely guy And maybe you think you're too tough to cry So you went to the grape, just to give it a try And Dagmar (Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life) was his name (One two three four) The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his pancake make-up (And yet, he was a beautiful lady) nearly drove you insane (Lets talk about leather) And so you kissed a little sailor (Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton production) who had just blew in from Spain (Sir Richard Pump-a-loaf) You sniffed the reeking buns of angel (The story of a demented bread-boffer) and acted like it was cocaine (Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf) You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko (Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's back in town) in a way you can't explain (Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match with Kona) And so you worked the wall with Michael (Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite) Which gave your back an awful strain (Volcanic hell) But you came back on sunday for the gong shows (Next Thursday, Teen Towns finest??????????) but you forgot what I was sayin' 'Cause you're an asshole, you're an asshole That's right Youre an asshole, you're an asshole Yes, yes Youre an asshole, you're an asshole That's right Youre an asshole, you're an asshole
Well, now you been to the grape, you been to the chest Now I think you know what you are You're an asshole
You say you can't live with what you been through Well, ladies you can be an asshole too You might pretend you aint got one on the bottom of you But don't fool yourself girl, it's lookin' at you Don't fool yourself girl, it's winkin' at you Don't fool yourself girl, it's blinkin' at you That's why I say, "I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it ram it up your poop chute" (Corn hole) Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Fist fuck) Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Wrist-watch; Crisco) Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Pud) Don't fool yourself girl, it's goin' right up your poop chute Don't fool yourself girl, it's goin' right up your poop chute Don't fool yourself girl, it's goin' right up your poop chute Don't pull yourself girl, it's goin' right up your poop chute Don't pull yourself girl, it's goin' right up your poop chute Don't pull yourself girl, it's goin' right up your poop chute
I was talking to Randy, Benedict Arnold and Element and I thought it was one of those. Didn't look too closely. I didn't call them that either but since you didn't know what the hell I am babbling about, I tried to clear it up and just made it worse.
Ignore me. Good to see you.
This post was edited by WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH at December 4, 2017 7:06 AM MST
He's sort of to the left, by one of the trees, but over near the middle looking right to left, and a little bit on the right side of the photo. Behind the leaves. He kind of blends in with the background a lot, but only slightly. A whole lot, in fact. There, now do you see him? ~
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