Concluding his examination, the doctor asked, “You’re in pretty good shape for a man your age. How’s your sex life?” The old man answered, “I have sex almost every night.” The doctor looked surprised. “What? I don’t believe it.” “It’s true,” said the old man. “Almost on Monday, almost on Tuesday, almost on Wednesday…”
Well, this song has been IN MY HEAD for days now. I’m hoping by finally posting the lyrics it will stop. Maybe. And its too late to loose the weight You used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down, alone Dragged down by the stone You gotta be […]
The hell I don’t. LISTEN KID. I’ve been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I’m out there busting my buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes.