My friend's got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"

She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?

I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn't enough
Cause that girl's got expensive taste

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?

Well I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all, oh yeah
But hey man free rides just don't come along
every day

(Let me tell you about my other friend now!)

My friend's got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say

I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, why don't you get a job?

I won't give you no money, I always pay
na-na, Why don't you get a job?
Say no way, say no way ya, no way
na-na, Why don't you get a job?

The thread author needs to change his username, because he's giving us real Dudes a bad rep.

Ok, I start out all alone
`Cause my baby mama left me
Now there's nobody at home
Beginning to feel like Ms. Jackson done got cloned!
Well it's some real shit and I'm lving it through this song!
A moving vehicle took my family
As I slept out on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room
I woke up very upset!
I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me!
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di before she died
Therefore we tried and tried again
But in the end you pay attention to the pluses
But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win!

Round two, a single parent, what is Big to do?
Throw a parrty? Not hardly!! i'm trying to stay up outta that womb!!
Or that p-u-s-s uss! I said uss!
Luther Vandross couldn't make a home out of this house that we smooshed
Smashed, pushed to the limit! Smash and turned it timid!
Hell everyone was suffering, the house was feeling wicked hell
The cat got sold, the dog got old, the food got cold!
Both of our tempers were on swolle
For the most most part you fuss, fight, fart!
You build it up to break it down and now take it from the start
Repeatedly leading a path that only ends in a clash
Of two stubborn minds, grown folks blind to the sign!

K-O, knocked out by technicality
The love has kissed the canvas
Now the whole family is mad at me
My daughter don't want me at her PTA meetings
And then my son he can't talk, when I change him he's peeing
I think he's pissed!
I can't dismiss the matter of the fact because he saw you and me argue
Now the energy is coming back
Set an example, a positive pattern, keep life on track
But I'm married to the music and committed to the wax, taste and tea
Baby please, you make me want to scream!
You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing?

So many horrible thoughts...I can't even imagine the awkwardness of *shudders* making love to Travis Tritt tunes, let alone Slipknot. (Although, my ex-wife used to just get insanely horny whenever I played Soundgarden...)

Yeah she did.

Oh wait, out loud. Sorry.

Funny.

Seriously.

Make me chuckle.

It was happenstance. His playlist was playing at the time. Although, Slipknot makes me giggle and shake my head.

But so does everyone else that does meth and goes running through corn fields... They hurt! Something I had no idea about growing up in Hollywood. In movies corn rows are always wide and you can easily hang out with 3 of your favorite friends or mobsters. They aren't really that wide when you're running through them.

What the hell were we talking about?

Understanding women in all of our simplicity.

You're going to get some wishy washy answer about how we need to be loved and cherished and appreciated and we need to love, cherish, and appreciate, for us to be totally fulfilled and happy in life.

Or maybe not because he'll read my post and know that I'm mocking him.

hmm.

I predict a way over the top analytically wrong response or humor.

I don't know. Something about the Children of the Corn smoking meth, listening to Meshuggah while watching Keg do Mecca's ex.

That's wishy-washy? No wonder I can't get laid anymore. I'm putting the *winces* pussy on a pedestal. (Sorry Ladies about using the "p" word. I know I should just save that one for drunk pillow talk rather than using it publicly in the afternoon.)

That's hot.

Jesus, you are really turning me on!

*demonpenz careful undoes his belt to feel his 5 inches of glory)

LMAO