04-11-2014, 05:44 AM
At last to you my burning gut
Igniteth thy Phoenix heart;
thy veins are blight
In your greasy light,
my Billy.
Keep the check, please, my saving grace,
For without you I'm forsaken.
Igniteth thy Phoenix heart;
thy veins are blight
In your greasy light,
my Billy.
Keep the check, please, my saving grace,
For without you I'm forsaken.
*Warning: blatant tomfoolery above this line

