Do you want me?Young men, Pretty WomenOne thing on their mindIf I may, let me fill you inWe think of sex, all the damn timeThe touching, kissingThe holding, lickingThe feeling, moaningThey all want it, don't liePeople are horny...and so am ISo many turn onsSuch lurid fantasiesSome it's hard to get it onSome can have it with easeThey all want it, can't liePeople are horny...and so am IYoung men, Pretty WomenSo many ways to rouse meBut my turn on, to fill you inSomeone who wanted meLook into my eyesSee into my mindI'm not sexy, won't lieBut could I be a good time?Do you want me?
Project Intro: Batman-A better class of CriminalPrefaceI would like to share with you a realization I had about an iconic character most people will know about. He is called the Joker, real name unknown and with such aliases as Jack Napier, Joseph Kerr, Jack White but no solid lead on an actually name. The realization I have of this character is this: he is evil. What? Were you expecting me to tell you something surprising about the Joker? That I had discovered he was in fact Batman’s long lost brother crafted to oppose him in every way in order to keep our hero sane because if he didn’t have the Joker how could he have possibly kept going for 75 years? Well before you all leave please hear me out, mostly when people approach the character of the Joker what they focus on is his insanity and to be honest why wouldn’t they?The Joker is clearly insane, no rational man would dress up like he does and do the things he does. You don’t need to be a shrink to see he is quite clearly bonkers, but that’s the th
An English Drinking SongThe British Drunk SongI’m from England, born and bredThe weather is bloody terribleThe people full of dreadAnd some of our food…is scarcely edibleIs it any wonder then? (What?)Is it a shocking realization? (No!)That all our English GentlemenResort to total…inebriation?But why should we be drunk?! (Why?)Why should we be pissed?! (Why?)There are so many finer wordsIn fact I’ve got the list!You could be parked, you could be farmedToasted, chilled, smattered and ever so slightly batteredBe careful you don’t get tankedThat can do some harmSo when you are heading home tonightAnd an officer asks if you’ve been drinkingDon’t panic! Don’t worry! Don’t moan!Just edify his limited means of thinking…Pissed?! (BAH!) I’m trampoline’d!Rat Arsed?! (NO!) He’s only farmed!The Oxford English DictionaryIs but an inebriated litanyTo show you just how much we drankAnd how much more before we’re tank