When work gets so busy and so stressful to the point that I can’t breathe, I just repeat this little rap to myself over and over:
fuck fuck fuck
mother mother fuck
mother mother fuck fuck
mother fuck mother fuck
noyg noyg noyg
one two
one two three four
noyg noyg noyg
schmokin’ weed schmokin’ weeds
doing coke drinking beers
drinking beers beers beers
rolling fatties smoking blunts
who smokes the blunts? we smoke the blunts
rolling blunts and smoking them blunts
Hi let me get a nickel bag
$15 bucks little man
put that shit in my hand
if that money doesn’t show
then you owe me owe me oh
Be bold & mighty forces will come to your aid.
Even Here We Are
I'm Jodi Chromey, a writer who lives in Minnesota. This is the story of my life. You can reach me at jodi@iwilldare.com.
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You could also try something by “Fuck Yer Yankee Blue Jeans”.
26 Jul 06 at 1:52 pm #my jungle love. oh-ee-oh-ee-oh.
26 Jul 06 at 2:09 pm #Me and tubby here have patterned our whole heterosexual life and Morris Day and manservant Jerome. I am a smooth something something that loves the ladies…
26 Jul 06 at 3:56 pm #noyg noyg noyg?
I always thought it was noinch noinch noinch
26 Jul 06 at 4:31 pm #oh, can we jump rope while singing that?
26 Jul 06 at 4:50 pm #You got to shave before you leave the house in a dress like that.
And I don’t mean your legs.
26 Jul 06 at 8:22 pm #