Quote:
Originally Posted by Wayward
If Hoss was here we would have something better than this:
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a poon board in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in Bayou City.
Why sure I'm a craig's list backpage player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a hoe in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate poon sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-hole girl that's bangin'?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a poon board game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a peen in a cover.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin' with poon
In a pinch-back suit.
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I suspect Wayward corn-cribbed this from
Capt. Billy's Whiz Bang.
