Latina girls think they know how…
White girls think they are the best…
But…
After travelling the world and spending time with with a liquorice allsorts of women…
I learned this essencial fact…
Black girls wanna use it… rather than just having something to piss through..
For this blog I will tell you a story….
Listen and learn….
When I was young we used to make cockerels fight…
Ah!!! There is one…
To make a cock fight we would rub the fanny of a chicken that was on heat in the face of two opposing cocks…
The result was instant….
The cock who won after having stamped its claw through the brain of its adversary…
Then would fuck the chicken…
And to top off his finale…
Would put his claw through her brain too….
What do we need to learn fro cocks….
????
Kill your enemy first… then, just to be sure… after you’ve had your fun… kill the bitch too…
Mr Bojangels is one hell of a man….
Just when he thinks his dog is fine….
His dog up n dies on him…
But this old Hobo aint for turnin’ till he reaches the big rock candy mountains…
The cops’ legs there are made of wood and the prisons are only tin…
Little streams of alcohol leads me to my wee Suzies…
Take me down little Suzie…
Take me down some more baby….
And some more…
And some more… send me dead flowers when you’re done.. I’ll put a rose on your grave…
They make me feel like a Hill-Billy…
Lord help me in my weakness as they carry me from the court-room to my hanging…
The jury are crying for more…
Shall we…
Take me Home with you tonight…
Och aye.. Am glad to be a Scot…
And an Artist… and double Author… Me????
I‘ve crossed every bridge and asked nothing from no-one…
Can a man really love every woman he has slept with…
This one can. Take me down little Suzie…
John Parker… Still out on the road…Skin like iron… and breathe like kerosene… That’s the way it goes.
My last book…. Going to learn to be an English teacher….
Swap the pound note for the dollar…
Live in my beach hut…
And follow my fuckin’ dreams…
A sad thing I have noticed when travelling….
Is how much more our money is worth compared to the local shit…
There are no bridges we can cross to change it…
Some people will always be poor…
If wishes were horses then beggars would ride… But I respect you… Life out of a box… You’re one of God’s angels.
I’m coming… Scotsmen have a problem… no fear… Revolutions are in our blood… I will be at your White house riding a white horse… Rifles loaded with my rebels.
This is my last book…Going to teach English now, but with my sense of humour so my classes won’t be boring.
Means nice ass in English….
johnparker2012 