and when i'm called to be the bigger man i couldn't be more erect with visions of john hurt and his face in a home theater i'll hang all this change off my body
these words couldn't be more torn these branches couldn't be more important whatever you could imagine in poor taste is a new favorite game of the famous poor house, so hike up your skirt, spill champagne on the coffin get off her socks, spill red wine in the trash