I look forward to the day I run into a Lemmy hug of death
I look forward to the day I run into a Lemmy hug of death
Thanks for this! I didn’t know about a new video. I had this album on cassette when I was a kid
Lacey things, the wife is missing. Didn’t ask, for her permission I’m wearing her clothes, her silk panty hose. Walking around in women’s underwear.
In the store, there’s a teddy. With little straps, like spagetti. It holds me so tight, like handcuffs at night. Walking around in womens underwear
In the office there’s a guy named Melvin. He pretends that I am Murphy Brown. He’ll say “Are you ready?” I’ll say, “Woah man! Lets wait untill the wife is out of town.” Later on, if you wanna, We can dress, like Madonna. Put on some eye shade, and join the parade. Walking around in women’s underwear.
Lacey things, missing. Didn’t ask, permission. Wearing her clothes, silk panty hose. Walking around in women’s underwear.
This is where it gets murky for me and I don’t understand it at all. If someone is born male but identifies as female, but doesn’t adopt feminine social norms… Then how is that identifying as female?
When danger rears it’s ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled!
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But you’re not renting the home from the bank, you’re renting the money you borrowed so you can own your own home
I searched using Google lens and not a single result credited the artist
Ok, now do the thousands of other shitty cops!
Born down in a dead man’s town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground End up like a dog that’s been beat too much 'Til you spend half your life just to cover it up, now
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A., now
Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hands Send me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery Hiring man said, “Son, if it was up to me” Went down to see my V.A. man He said, “Son, don’t you understand, now?”
I had a brother at Khe Sanh Fighting off all the Viet Cong They’re still there, he’s all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms, now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I’m ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run, ain’t got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A., now Born in the U.S.A. I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A., now
Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A., now
It’s a piano song for piano players
If this isn’t theft, then the inverse isn’t either. Raise your flags, it’s time once again to sail the high seas
I think he was already fucked. His only option was to keep going in hopes a section lay ahead big enough for him to turn around and start crawling out
This was the whole premise of Happy Gilmore. He became a pro golfer to save his grandma’s house
He detonated the deep personal relationships I had with half my friends and most of my family, what’s that worth?
“upgrading”