December 13th, 2006 @ 5:39 pm PST

Lyrical Imperatives That I Never Manage to Follow

Pour any amount of sugar on anyone.
Think that a black fly in my chardonnay is ironic.
Know that I am a shooting star.
Call anyone — for whom I may or may not act as a bodyguard — by the name “Al”.
Attempt any amount of tenderness.
Know when to hold and / or fold them.
Rock the Kasbah.
Walk in an Egyptian manner.
Get it on and / or bang a gong.
Raise my hands in the air and wave them as if there are no consequences.

There are 2 comments on this post

December 15th, 2006 @ 12:39 am
Josh
When I listen to K-Fed’s CD I tend to waive my hands in the air because I really just don’t care!
December 30th, 2006 @ 4:40 am
Michael
Shit, I do most of these things every day. Whas up witchoo?

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