I walked into the club. There was Pussy Galore, and a cavalcade of Revolting Cocks. Then I saw her. She had luscious, Flaming Lips, Nine Inch Nails, and an adorable little Spooky Tooth.
I could hardly stop my Rapid Eye Movement as I gazed upon her Flesh...for Lulu, however, this was nothing new, she was used to creatures young and old staring her down.
My One-Eyed Jack started to stir as she walked towards me. Her soft, Pink skin made my Wang Chung. Head East, Mr. Bungle did not go...oh no, he headed straight north.
She coyly asked me if I would buy her a shot of Everclear. I stammered, "There's a Hole in my Heart that can only be filled by you." She then punched me in the Belly and said, "I hate Extreme!"
Then she walked off. I wasn't surprised though. I have bad luck with women. I constantly put my Blackfoot in my Smashmouth when I encounter them.
I really wish Rolling Stone would stop with their version of the Penthouse letters.
the band is just fantastic, that is really what I think, oh, by the way, "which one's Pink?"
this comic is also fantastic!
posted Mar 1st, 2011 ( permalink )
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