Beset by unemployment and cursed with an over active imagination, I have started fantasizing about dream jobs.
Fantasy Job #8: Bluegrass Rebel
I want to be the radical outcast that takes bluegrass mainstream.
There is no musical talent in my body and I hate bluegrass. Not withstanding, I've got some good song titles and a dream in my heart. Theses songs are hard-core obscene and vulgar.
My first album, entitled "Songs I wrote while driving a great distance"
Track List
- Shit Bitch (I love taking you anal)
- Loving you is like ridin' a motor sickle with highly inconvenient handle bars
- Did you fart? Or did your sister take her pants off?
- You ain't doing nothing with it (The married Wednesday night song)
- The race is on, lets do it dog like
- Breeding Season
- It ain't gonna lick itself
- I'd rather wipe my ass with a belt sander
- Don't just stand there, bring me a beer
- Toothless women
- Hillbillies do it in the hollow
Dirty Ert
--"My grass is blue, and so are my balls"
ReplyDelete--"Uncle Jo touched me inapropriately and is no longer welcome at the BBQ (the ban jo song)"
the second one is a bit of a stretch, i guess. keep 'em coming, sir.