"Marry me," he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath and then, "Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd," but when I was in his bed and my father had sold me I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do
When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded And when I am buried at least I was married I'll hide my behaviour with wine as my saviour But oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed How special since I'll soon be dead
"Marry me," he said, God, he's ugly, the fortune is ours Roaming in the gardens enjoying men, women and flowers Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thighs Then I can pretend that I'm menstrua--well, unavailable
My life is all right but this union's delight So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose And when Master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed How special since I'll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow Through balls, births and bridge games I know what will follow We'll couple together through hell, hurt, and hunger Or at least until husband finds someone younger Yes, fertilization is part of my station I laugh as he grabs me in anticipation Of sons who will run things while I'm under covers But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's! But oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed How special since I'll soon be dead What beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed Oh, why do I wish I was...
My beloved peewee, the rat recoverring of a middle ear infection. Still has some balance, but it's little. He's all hyper again and in need for attention. Also starring Obi, Ernie, Frodo and Tchizmo.
Here is Albi, the albino rat of my dad. He got her for his fathers day. Albi always was his favourit out of the nest, he sat reading his newspaper and Albi would be sleeping in the pocket of his shirt.
No worry, she doesn't have to sleep on her own, she lives with Muffin and Rosetta in the ladiescage :D and you can not believe how hard it is to take a picture of ratties. The only way to keep them still, is bribary, with yoghourt candy.
I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer"
Sit, good dog, stay, bad dog, down, roll over Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl Trying to play together somehow, I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world, I get drunk and watch your head grow
It's the good times that we share and the bad times that we'll have It's the good times and the bad times that we had
Well it's been a long slow collision, I'm a pitbull, you're a dog, Baby you're foul in clear conditions But you're handsome in the fog
So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer For the good times and the bad times That we'll have
Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends Till I go and kill the bottle, I go off over any old thing, Break your heart and raise a glass or ten
To the good times that we shared and the bad times that we'll have To the good times and the bad time that we've had
Well it's been a long slow collision, I'm a pitbull, you're a dog, Baby you're foul in clear conditions But you're handsome in the fog
So I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer For the good times and the bad times we know will come Yeah I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer you need to be nicer you need
For the good times and the bad time that we had Sit
Good times, bad times Sweet wine, bad wine Good cop, bad cop, Lapdog, bad dog Sit.
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