I’m not a painter, but lately I paint.
Now I’m covered in paint clear from my ear to my taint.
There’s not an inch here that ain’t.
“There’s half sometimes.
The paint is cold ok!”
I showed your mother my rear painted.
She fainted.
She fell out from laughter.
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have turned around after.
“I just had paint in my eye.
Yes, mirrors make me cry. Why?”
There’s friggin’ paint everywhere.
The dog, the dog bed, the shed, and there’s blue dog hair in peanut butter.
“Yo asking for a friend mf’er!”
Oh, how do we know Brad ate fluffernutter.
Dunno, just the blue fingertips.
“I meant fingerprints!”
I have paint on four and a half, plus one middle, that’s six.
I just tried to wash off, but I’m still covered probably sixty percent.
I’m not a paint lover, but it still sure gets me bent.
“That means mad. The smiles fake I promise.”
I wish paint could’ve just came and went? Won’t you just come and go?
Whoa, I just thought about my dad, but for a friend though.
“That’s legit!”
(Echo-Echo) BRAD!
“Oh…………Sht.”
So, on that note, I’m off to paint these sheets.
If you need me just follow the blue butt cheek streak painted streets!
(Let’s pray)
“Dear Lord,
May this paint tainted day please end!
And, tomorrow, sainted father, when I wake up, may my friends just think their girl is wearing blue make-up. Amen”
“It was for research purposes. You guys aren’t scientists!
Don’t judge me!
Lookin’ at you Judy.”
(Whispers)
“Wit da booty.
Call me.
GN”