Screw PETA, and screw Greenpeace
Now you know it’s real… you just read heard heard it and saw it on the internet… 
Have a joyfull Magic Carpet ride…
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Tired of waitin’ 56 seconds for the song to start. On the upside, there weren’t many, maybe one commercial. You gotta admit it ryhmes pretty good though. I did take issue with one of the lines though.. Y’all figure out wich one.
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Y’all remember when I said, “I say it best when I say nothing at all(Sorry Keith Whitley), or, maybe it was if you ain’t got nothing to say you can always YouTube it…” You need to check this fellow out of you haven’t already. He’s funnier to one male dog humpin’ another.
One of these two might get it… maybe even this guy, or this… Hell, come to think of it I might be the only one that does… I know this guy will if none of the above don’t.
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I’ve done it. I don’t do it anymore. Makes me sleepy, prematurely. I wish the boy would quit it. I made the mistake of telling him if he was going to do it, do it here, at home. Adult to semi-adult translation… cool, me AND my friends can do it here.
WRONG.
Had a bit of an experience last night night. Room full of “buddies” up in the boy’s room, and the street literally looked like a parking lot. The cloud was thick. Contact buzz to the max. Next time, I’m gonna tell ‘em all if they don’t live here, GTF out. Then I’m gonna tell him, next time, I’m calling the cops, and I’ll let them deal with it next time he and his “buds” hookup in my house. He’s 18 now, skippin’ school still. Granted he has mono, but I can’t help but feel I’m bein’ played.
Bein’ played pisses me off. He might be bigger than me, but now, he’s not a kid anymore and needs to figure out how to pour piss out of a boot with directions written on the heel. When my daughter finally graduated, I got her a laptop. “If” he graduates, I’m gettin’ him luggage. Signed with a card that says “Congratulations son, have a blast in Jamaica mon”…
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My blodge didn’t even recognize me…
Rodney Carrington Pickup Truck Lyrics:
im gettin married to my pickup truck
it doesn’t leave me when im down on my luck
it doesn’t shop at fancy stores or have a lawyer
or want a divorce
it doesn’t care if I stay out late
it doesn’t bitch about the money i make
we’ll be together till the end
it won’t sleep with my best friend
im gonna get down on one knee
and ask my truck if it’ll marry me
i’ll never drive another car
we’ll honeymoon at the titty bar
we’re gonna have the time of our life
the exhaust pipes are tighter than my Ex-wife
you think im crazy, but listen to this
i can bring home a hooker and
it won’t get pissed no
wedding ring won’t cost me a buck
when I get married to my pickup
pickup truck
And since tomorrow’s Monday, my birthday, I’m thinkin’ about trying to pull off the following:
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