It's All About Location.
Updated on December 29, 2009
It's All About Location!
Hey, Hell's rocking about now,
they just got in a busload of
die-hard gamblers from a swingers club,
most of 'em died in mid-act,
when the bus rolled off near Hoover dam,
and their finishing their copulations here.
Woo, it's simmering in the receiving chambers,
Saturdays nights are always hopping.
420 drunk drivers nationwide,
beer battered and soon to be
cooking in their own juice,
just staggered in looking for a drink,
they thought we were just another hot joint.
16 prostitutes hooked up with
the wrong johns and got dumped
from promising professions.
Plus, get this, we're rolling out
the blazing red carpet, for a V.I.P.
fresh from D.C.
Seems old Dumb-ya Bush went
on a spur of the moment hunting trip
with sure shot Dick Cheney,
who was soused to the gills.
Bush was out urinating on his namesake,
and Dick got him right in
the little brains he had left.
We got 33 executed death row inmates,
fully awake from their shots, and mixing
it up with the hookers,
seven Mormon fathers who committed suicide,
over their pedophilia and the consequences
of bopping their underage daughters,
and forty two terrorists of various nations
fighting it out by the gate.
“Grab your pitchfork,
let's round em' up
for the bonfire,
I get George,
I'm a deadicated demoncrat,
I've been waiting for this
for a hell of a long time!!!”
"Wheeeeee!!!!!"……………
“Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em!”
Meanwhile in heaven
St. Peter is dozing,
two hours after he let in
four Sunday school teachers,
all over 60,
seven invalids from the
Baptist Bible nursing home
swine flu epidemic,
and a couple of pot-bellied
missionaries who crashed
their Cessna in a remote part of Africa...
God's a wee bit bored,
he's been playing with
an X-box life size game
of "Halo" all evening.
Bon voyage
to any departing in 2009
©-MFB III
