Our father who art in San Francisco, Hallowed be thy mangina. Thy nut sacks come, Thy will be done, On Castro Street as it is in Badlands Bar . Give us this day, our sexy gogo dancer, And forgive us our seducing, As we forgive those who fornicated against Mel Gibson. And lead us not into jock straps, But deliver us from vodka. For thine is the nude party, The power and the men , Forever and ever. Amen
My friend amber and I decided to audition for American Idol. I chose the song back that ass up and she sang sure thing. Randy loved my audition and said it was loud. Steve Tyler said I am a very great performer. The guest judge, rihanna, said "You have my vote!" I was so cried I started laughing. My friend amber wasn't as lucky. Randy said she sings like a jumping tiger. Steve Tyler said she reminded him of a polar bear in labor. rihanna was kinder and simply told her "Keep walking and try again next year." I'm going to gun barrel city so make sure you vote for me, everybody!