Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Closet Case

Words escape me. (As does laughter. Total buffoonery.) Lyrics have already dealt w/ this mess as well as anything I'll type. 

"I'm a man, I'm a man!" Really. Mommy says so.
(In case you have no idea, it's "Homo-Sexual", by the Angry Samoans.)
What's this world of shit & pain need now, pastor?

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