IN LOVE (i wrote this in my mind a long time ago)

i'm in love with a wonderful girl,
she brought light to my sick dark world,
there is nothing i could love more,
than my beautiful two bit whore.

she's a prostitute,
done lotsa dudes,
her gine gine's quite the mess,
and i couldn't care less.

sure she's been around the block,
and she really loves to suck the cock,
she can fit a fist in every hole,
plus she's got her herpes under control.

she's a prostitute,
done lotsa a dudes,
and for the right price,
she'll handle your dice.

she is my one true love,
as if delivered from above,
she loves me everyday,
all i have to do is pay.

DISCO BALL!

I AM SO GETTING A CLAP ON DISCO BALL WHEN I GET OUT OF THE AIR FORCE!

An End

Will Hembree is and average guy with and average life and like most people with an average life Will Hembree takes his life for granted.  Will works for a company just like hundreds of other companies in a cubicle just like hundreds of other cubicles.  Will has worked in this cubicle for thirteen years, six months, and three days and he didn't what the company supplied, he didn't care.  The highlight of Will's day was at 1:15 when he would enjoy a few cigarettes on the roof during his lunch break.  At 5:00 Will would clock out, take the bus home, and on the few lucky days he wouldn't get mugged.  He would watch TV for hours eventually going to sleep at about 2:00 in the morning.

      Will awoke to the most evil and demonic sound he had ever heard in his life, the ringing of his alarm clock.  Will shut it off and proceeded to take a shower.  While looking in his mirror Will realized that he didn't know who he was anymore.  He finished dressing and headed out the door.
      Will stopped off at the coffee shop at the end of his block that promised to give him that extra bounce in his step but never did.  He waited for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes.  Will caught the bus to work and tried his coffee.  It was not what he had ordered but Will wasn't surprised becuase the world never seems to give him what he orders.
      Will clocked in at 8:58 just as he did every morning.  He sat in his chair and stared at the pile of records on his desk.  He entered in number after number into his computer looking at his watch every few seconds.
      At 12:37 Will entered in the last number which was sooner than most days.  As usual Will gathered the records and took them to his sectional supervisor.
      While reviewing the records Will's supervisor began to laugh.  In between bursts of laughter he manages to tell will that these records were the ones that were given to trainees as practice records.  He gave Will the records that Will was origanally supposed to do.
      Will got back to his cubicle and set his work down knowing he will have to stay late to get his work done.  Will needed a cigarette so he brought a fresh pack out of his pocket and headed for the roof.
      Will was standing on the ledge like he normally did when he would smoke.  He would just stare blankly twenty-seven stories down at the world.
      Will caught himself fishing out the last cigarette of his new pack.  He didn't remember going through that many.  He lit it up and zoned out again.
      He took the last drag and flipped the cigarette out towards the world and watched it freefall to the world below.
      Will stepped off the ledge and joined his cigarette.

Jack the Nimble

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Jack jump over the candlestick

Jack was nimble

Jack was quick

Jack burnt off his little dick