DISCLAIMER: I am still not Lemony Snicket, (though I am lemon scented...) and I am not anyone from Green Day.Long story short,for this one,O changed a song with WALKING into a song with WANKING. Another Olaf one, but hey, Olaf is the sexiest pedophile alive! (heh-heh...)
Boulevard of Hot Drag Queens
I grope a lonely toad
My favourite one I that have ever blown
Yes, he has webbed toes,
But I'm stoned and I wank alone
I like to smell my feet
On the Boulevard of Hot Drag Queens
Were with men I sleep
And I'm a kinky one and I wank alone
My alter egos right here wanking with me.
My horny self's the only thing I'm feeling
Sometimes I wish someone out there would rape me
Till then I'll wank alone
Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh
Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh
I'm feeling up a guy
That excites me somewhere in my...pants...
On the gayness line of all guys
And were I wank alone
Look between the sheets, who I've
Fuckedand I feelKlausall night
Watch my boyfriends die
And I'm really high,
But I wank alone
I wank alone
I wank alone
I wank alone
I wank a...
My alter ego's right here wanking with me
My horny slef's the only thing I'm feeling
Sometimes I wish someone out there will rape me
Till then I'll wank alone
Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh
Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Oh-Oh Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh
I wank on the toilet seat
On the Boulevard of Hot Drag Queens
Were with men I sleep
And I'm the gayest one and I wank a..
My alter ego's right here wanking with me
My horny slef's the only thing I'm feeling
Sometimes I wish someone out there will rape me
Till then I'll wank alone...
Oh... poor Olaf... he has to wank alone... ahem... okay... not poor Olaf...disturbing Olaf is more like it...
And I realize that there's not that much that makes this about Olaf persay, and I apologize. Sorry. Writers block. Lots and lots of it.
Okay, well, at least you all know that I haven't died or been kidnapped or anything because I posted something now. Sorry that this one kinda sucks, but as I've said, I've been having creative block lately. And my dad's been working in the basement a lot and it's hard to type with him looking at what i'm writing. So, be happy it only took me a few months to update, cuz I had ALMOST forgotten completely about my songfic thing.
Any song suggestions are welcome. Well, most at least... so feel free. I'm trying to end up with 13 chappies in the long run. So far I have 4. (one isn't posted yet cuz I'm too lazy, and it will probably be it's own fic in itself...)
Yeah. The more I read this one, the more I hate it. Flame as you like, honestly, I won't mind.
-Rosemary Parkinsons
