Monday, November 01, 2004

At a Halloween party, at 4:30am on Saturday, very drunk, with 2 guys (one in drag) fighting over me, I, wearing only Saran wrap, foil and a leather bra developed a sick, strange love for Adam Ant (who was born on November 3, like me).

The lyrics of this song are evidence why:

Beat my Guest

Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness behind these tears
Beat me beat me
I pray you'll beat me for ten thousand years
Beat me beat me
I'm black and blue baby
I love you
Be your dog
For just one flog
You don't hear me plead
For you to make me bleed
Beat me beat me
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat
Beat me beat me
A good beatings really where its at
Beat me beat me

hahaha

posted at 4:47 PM |