09-05-2006, 08:44 PM
It is going to require three funerals to bury the guy. One for him, and one for each of his big brass balls.
The man was incredibly tough, and funny to boot. I have this DVD of his, filled with all kinds of adventures gone wrong, and he was bit right on pecker by a very poisonous snake.
So they stuff him in to the back of a truck, the camera is still rolling, he is turning as white as a sheet and sweat is just dripping off of him. You can clearly see he is not well. His wife is with him, and she is not doing well either. Worry, panic, all those feelings that come with love.
He gets this big stupid grin, looks over at his wife, and says "Eh luv, mind sucking out the poison?" Everybody starts laughing.
I hope his last word was "Crikey!" It would be fitting.
The man yanked the barb out of his own chest. Tough as nails.
The man was incredibly tough, and funny to boot. I have this DVD of his, filled with all kinds of adventures gone wrong, and he was bit right on pecker by a very poisonous snake.
So they stuff him in to the back of a truck, the camera is still rolling, he is turning as white as a sheet and sweat is just dripping off of him. You can clearly see he is not well. His wife is with him, and she is not doing well either. Worry, panic, all those feelings that come with love.
He gets this big stupid grin, looks over at his wife, and says "Eh luv, mind sucking out the poison?" Everybody starts laughing.
I hope his last word was "Crikey!" It would be fitting.
The man yanked the barb out of his own chest. Tough as nails.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."