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| Topic: Matchmaking Game - part 173 | |
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>=o(
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why thank you?
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....udders
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....udders
You wish you were hung like that cow. |
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....headlights
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We had 65 degrees today, was really nice) high of 23 here |
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Wolfie...Wolfie... Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flynt Buy an old droptop, find a spot to pimp Then I'm a Wolf xit up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that ***** up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Zip to Tijuana, I wanna roam Find motown and tell them fools come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons wOLFIE and I'm the real McCoy And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a WOLFIE, baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining WOLFIE baby West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a WOLFIE baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day WOLFIE baby I can smell a pig from a mile away I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rights Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me WOLFIE baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining WOLFIE baby West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a WOLFIE baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day WOLFIE baby I can smell a pig from a mile away Yeah...WOLFIE...you can call me Tex Rollin' Sunset Blvd with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass And said, "Yeah, this **** fit right in your ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce n' the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eyes I ain't right I'm a paint his town red, then paint his wife white HUH Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast ***** for my DAKOTA players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight outta the trailer Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick My only words of wisdom are just, "Suck My ****." I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' until it falls into motion WOLFIE With the top let back and the sunshine shining WOLFIE Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine WOLFIE Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day WOLFIE I can smell a pig from a mile away WOLFIE With the top let back and the sunshine shining WOLFIE With the top let back and the sunshine shining WOLFIE Hollywood and Vine |
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Edited by
feralcatlady
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Fri 02/20/09 04:59 PM
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I am starting a new thread for train and wolfie 
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OH YEAH!!!!!!
chicks dig wieners!!!!! |
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I am starting a new thread for train and wolfie
Now, that's funny! :P |
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Edited by
feralcatlady
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Fri 02/20/09 05:16 PM
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It's Eric's fault
I was talking to him and that evil laugh when he was looking at weiner pictures....it inspired me.......They need a weiner thread of their own. |
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mmmmmmmmmmmmm weiner's
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your shameless Mr.
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