A continuation of a conversation on Saturday.

[tearsofzorro]

Yesterday I came up with a bad, bad song. I sent it by text to people. Just in case you've missed it, I'm reposting it under a cut (most likely not safe for work - but words only, no images):


Sung to the tune of Katy Perry's "I kissed a girl"
I fucked Fred Phelps,
And he liked it.
The taste of my cherry chapstick.

I fucked Fred Phelps,
Just to try it;
Hope his boyfriend don't mind it.

It felt so wrong,
It felt so right,
Don't mean that he's a sodomite.