Thrice

wow my girl listens to J. Holiday and he might be the worst sexual lyricist ever. I sing his songs to my daughter when 'I put her to bed'

This goes along with other songs I heard on a CD a girl made for us one time in bed...All i remember was 'im gunna slob on your knob like corn on the cob."

Then I decided to rail some percs of her tits and leave.

I think if you can play everlong on guitar youll get an girl on planet earth. Try it, I promise you it works.

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."