Get out, you piece of shit.
Out the door flew the flannel shirts and Levis, the greasy ball caps and cowboy bootsThe Skynard cd's, the Marlboro jean jacket.
I never want to see your skinny white ass here again
And I'm calling a lawyer.
Hope you're happy with that bowling alley bimbo and her double D's. You two deserve each other.
Guess I better find a new place to live…And after I put so much work into our double wide.
How's a hurricane and a redneck divorce similar?Any way you look at it, someone's losing a trailer.
Get Out Man
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Posted by DeAtH0FloVe at 7:25 AM
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