Stuff…

WHO AM I, J17!?

Right, hands up.
A show of erections, please.
Look, I can count all I damm well want to,
It wouldn’t change a thing.
So keep those hands in your pockets,
And make those pants a little more dirty,
Because I’m a self centred jerk-off.

I FUCKING HATE ELVIS IMPERSONATORS

These ducts have dried up.
Now my lip just quivers and I make some stupid sound.
Sorry, but at least I tried.
Roll on Monday!
Oh, and to you bucket of drunken down hill moments,
I offer you the third ‘FUCK YOU’ soldier,
Of the five ‘ASS HOLE’ revenge battalion.
Thankyou very much…

EXPECTATION CREDITS

Sometimes I sit up all night with my fucking metre up too high,
So I end up turning off the damm lights and leaving open my shuters to let in some light on the situation.
But I’m just waiting for a call…