K-Dough On the Road
Sup, all you sexy Mofos, Brofos, Homos and Faux-mos?:
Just a note to say that I will be on the road for the next week, doing something great for myself and others less fortunate. Miss me. Cherish my memory. Long for my return and we will hook up in unholy bliss once again before you know it.
Oh, and cock punch someone on my behalf next week won't you?
I'll leave you with an American folk hymn:
Where oh where, is Leatherhands?
Why did he leave me here all alone?
I've searched the world over and thought I'd found true gloves.
He built a business and (fart sound)
he was gone...
Just a note to say that I will be on the road for the next week, doing something great for myself and others less fortunate. Miss me. Cherish my memory. Long for my return and we will hook up in unholy bliss once again before you know it.
Oh, and cock punch someone on my behalf next week won't you?
I'll leave you with an American folk hymn:
Where oh where, is Leatherhands?
Why did he leave me here all alone?
I've searched the world over and thought I'd found true gloves.
He built a business and (fart sound)
he was gone...
posted by K-Dough at 11:35 AM
9 Comments:
KD, I love that tune ...
Yo Leather,
Jann, Manheim, who are you tonight?
With thoughts of these girls you leave K-Dough alone?
You searched the world over, and thought you found big 'uns.
Remember one is the limit then Phht! you'll be done.
Awwww...it's nice to be missed. Just got back from a week and change out in the deep woods at a killer cottage I spent a king's ransom to rent. The kids had a scream. I'm absolutely fucking fried. I need a vacation.
(And I dare not look at my Visa bill....)
Oh yeah, K-Man. Best of luck dude...I know you'll pull it off with flying colours. (Hope the weather co-operates!!!)
In honour of K-dough's big gay cycling adventure, I have composed the following poem:
My Pal K-dough
by HomoSuperior
It's true my Pal K-dough is not too bright,
But I now hope K-dough has seen the light,
So stop struggling K-dough, don't put up a fight,
On the road with the boys who spandex cycling shorts wear,
As onwards to La ville gaie de Montreal you are on a tear,
And though they may not be shaped like a pear,
Far from the heavy metal songs K-dough once sang,
For men, his heart now may feel a pang,
K-dough, won't you join my big gay gang?
On second thought, the title of my poem clearly doesn't do the sheer brilliance of the text justice. I am henceforth renaming said masterpiece:
Red Rover, Red Rover, I Call K-dough Over
homo,
No fair. K-dough's on my team and you know it. Don't confuse him. (but it is a great song....)
So? Did you win the race?
Pam,
Please do not insult me by referring to my great art as a "song". It is a POEM.
Poetry fills my soul, and sometimes, I just HAVE to let it out. The result is great ART.
I swear, I could probably bring peace to the world with my poetry.
Oh, and yes, on a far more mundane topic? Did you win K-dough?
Homo....sort of like how Leonard Cohen isn't a "songwriter", but a "poet"? (Then we don't have to concern ourselves with the fact fact that he sings like Richard Nixon?)
Pam...think it through...if K-Dough was on "your team" he'd be....well, he'd be gay then, right? He's not really on "my team" either, cause he doesn't like BBW's....so, he's kind of a free agent. He's fucking dangerous.
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