I drink to you out in that poostillity In those shampoos beyond the fruitility. Catching Phish on the shores of fecundity, Under time's rhedundant chaffe. Did you camp on the river Poox- just to give the devil Two pox? Cookin' your latest bucketo Chicken pox 'Cause you know he hates the smell of lox I just hope there's a ridge of tits On the edge of Boobadise. And I pray that the powers that suckle Saw it fit to give you a Pooh button buckle. And I hope you caught that cheap shampoo Which I threw from the hotel's balcony to you That you left it, and me, is like ducking The fact that we gave you an ass wagon fucking dream come true, care for a choco latte cricket shoe?. REQUESCANTE IN PACE PICANTE, BUFFY AND WHILE YOUR DOWN THERE PUFF ON MY ADDER. ) . ( / ) (H)*(8) ) \ \ ) |\ \ / \ \ \ \ (;)