Last exam today - Science for Nurses - and I am royally screwed.
I'm within a bee's dick of passing. Better yet a milipede's dick. Unless milipede is also mili-endowed. Then he's got me FUCKED!
Cross your fingers, or whatever you've got, for me and I will leave you with the lyrics from the greatest song ever written. "Witney?" I hear you say. "Jay-Z?", "Morrissey?", "Delta?"...
NAY!!!! T'is the immortal Bob Log III!
Enjoy!
Well I think we need to sit down and talk
Put your boob in my scotch
C'mon! dip your tit in my drink
Stir my scotch with something to think
Not to tamp of all of it
Scotch and ice mixed by a tit
Help me feel beter real quick
Booob Scotch! That's it, that's it
Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it... c'mon,
Booob Scotch! Boob Scotch on the Roocks
Booob Scotch! Boob Scotch on the Roocks
C'mon! Pass my drink round the room
Everybody stick in a boob
Hold it in as long as you can
Then put it back in Bob Log's hand
... I'm drinkin', I'm drinkin'
Booob Scotch! Can't be bottled or caaaanned
Booob Scotch! Make you drink a boob better man
Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it...
Booob Scotch! Can't be bottled or caaaanned
Booob Scotch! Make you drink a boob better man
Make you drink a boob better man
Make you drink a boob better man
Make you drink a boob better.
I'm within a bee's dick of passing. Better yet a milipede's dick. Unless milipede is also mili-endowed. Then he's got me FUCKED!
Cross your fingers, or whatever you've got, for me and I will leave you with the lyrics from the greatest song ever written. "Witney?" I hear you say. "Jay-Z?", "Morrissey?", "Delta?"...
NAY!!!! T'is the immortal Bob Log III!
Enjoy!
Well I think we need to sit down and talk
Put your boob in my scotch
C'mon! dip your tit in my drink
Stir my scotch with something to think
Not to tamp of all of it
Scotch and ice mixed by a tit
Help me feel beter real quick
Booob Scotch! That's it, that's it
Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it... c'mon,
Booob Scotch! Boob Scotch on the Roocks
Booob Scotch! Boob Scotch on the Roocks
C'mon! Pass my drink round the room
Everybody stick in a boob
Hold it in as long as you can
Then put it back in Bob Log's hand
... I'm drinkin', I'm drinkin'
Booob Scotch! Can't be bottled or caaaanned
Booob Scotch! Make you drink a boob better man
Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it...
Booob Scotch! Can't be bottled or caaaanned
Booob Scotch! Make you drink a boob better man
Make you drink a boob better man
Make you drink a boob better man
Make you drink a boob better.
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I just finished the Grandiose Essay of All-Consuming Trauma (TM), but now have to spend the entire sodding holiday writing my frelling thesis. Albeit in said Bond Girl bikini. Obviously. Ain't nothing like writing academic prose about gay porn whilst channeling the aesthetics of Ursula Andress.