Thirty five dollars and a six pack to my name
Spent the rest on beer so who’s to blame
sometimes i look like an asshole, this is one of those times.
This is a story you won’t tell the kids we’ll never have. If you hear this song a hundred times it still won’t be enough. #sluttering
Punch - Feminists, Don’t Have a Cow
Like apples to oranges, both fruitful. Two eyes, two ears, two ovaries too. That’s where we draw the line, and it’s the differences that give us an excuse. No words to resist. Can’t write without a thumb. How can she say she doesn’t want this done? And every thirteen months, until she’s no good, given what will only be taken away to the same fate, or a veal crate. All for the precious by-product. If you wouldn’t want your mother, sister, friend, as a milk and baby factory, don’t let it happen in your name to a creature with two eyes, two ears, two ovaries.