Holy poop shoot! Thanks for all the comments on the song, you guys are the best friends a girl could ask for…(I’m not a girl, it’s just an expression. Tumblord knows we don’t need girl-gate all over again).
Lots of you inquired in regards to lyrics/chords for the song, so here they are! Some of you said you want to cover it… that’s crazy, but seriously the coolest thing ever! If you do send it my way! I’d love to hear it! I might even be so inclined to do a special drawing for that individual… “special” drawing sounds sexual. It will not be. Or maybe it will. Who knows.
This is a song I wrote while in the thick of posting the original run of AiG strips. I would say a bit about it, but I think it sings for itself. DISS-CLAIMER: I do not claim to be a musician or a singer. I do it because I like it. It’s not perfect, but hey, neither am I.
Oh and this is what I mean by “uke”
Ever think about how confused gay sperm must be. Showin up in that ass like “Aye where the egg at… the fuck is all this shit?”
"I spent four years at Ball state for THIS?!?!?"
"In hind-sight, I probably should have majored in asstrology."
the unintentional pun in the first one XD
Oh star-child, I can assure you it was not unintentional, in fact it was… Pun-intentional.
Next time a blocked number calls you answer like this: “Jim’s whore house. You got the dough, we got the hoe.”
Why does this not have any notes?
lol no “Nashville sperm bank, you squeeze it we freeze it. how may I help you?”
“Henderson’s Morgue, you stab em, we slab em, this is Eight Ball speaking.”
“Texas crematorium you kill ‘em we grill ‘em how can I direct your call?”