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Epic And Stupid

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Airport to Booger
Can't even function without a mobile phone
All the guitars with the 80s tones
Okay Cupid is the wishing well
Hairman likes Lorde, only time will tell

Young hot recruiters can't get me a job
Suckin' on popsicles, makeup slob
Wikipedia's wrong, doesn't have no Bhtch
Starbucks women with muscular bits

Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)

Where are our heroes? Where is Nazr Mohammed?
Airport to Booger; Fly your plane at full throttle
Take to the skies with your speakers of solace
And crank the Bhtch songs that might make our youth whole

Drake starts rappin', what a terrible act
$500 as they smoke out back
Super-young bitches gettin' real horny
During afternoon meetings, totes magotes boring

Exposed young breasts and hardly any religion?
Mud wrestling Minnesota bathing suit visions
Tea bag and hot water for $3 a pop
Generation: weak-ass, will it ever stop?

Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)

Where are our heroes? Where is Nazr Mohammed?
Airport to Booger; Fly your plane at full throttle
Take to the skies with your speakers of solace
And crank the Bhtch songs that might make our youth whole

By the way, I wound up having lunch with, among others, a few twenty-something social workers. One told the story of how she went on a date with one guy on Friday, then another date on Saturday, and she ran into the Friday guy when she was at a bar with the Saturday guy. She said a psycho ex-client who is now a "Door Patrol for Jesus" guy (or something like that) showed up later, also coincidentally, and helped defuse the tension.

Then the other twenty-something girl talked about her "boyfriend", who was some guy she happened to go to college with, but I think recently re-met via OK Cupid. She described him as her "boyfriend", though when pressed she said the gentleman was unaware of their relationship status. They had gone on, apparently, one or two dates. She spent a lot of time discussing how much she hated his hair: it was too long, then too short, then too long again. It was unclear to me how she was able to glean this much information from so few dates. Facebook stalking, perhaps. He's 6'3", which was a plus, but plays saxophone in a classic rock band, which she thought was a big negative (yard?). When I mentioned that I played bass, she said if this guy played bass, that would be cool, but saxophone not so much. I said maybe they'll play Careless Whisper by George Michael, since that's got a pretty classic sax solo; these young ladies didn't know what I was talking about.

Where are our heroes? Where is Nazr Mohammed?
Airport to Booger; Fly your plane at full throttle
Take to the skies with your speakers of solace
And crank the Bhtch songs that might make our youth whole

Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
Generation: Doomed (You've changed)
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