It's a whole other tankful away
@Katya . LOL. Even then, she may not be brave enough.
Sorry. It could be a LONG time.
Seriously though, be glad you aren't here the husband was like, rattling the crochet hooks in search of counting his paintbrushes with the dang political radio and like ON AND ON AND ON until I finally had to put my hands over my ears and scream, "ARGH GOD SHUT UP STOP TALKING!!!!!!!!!"
It was one of those truly meant epithets. He like, fled outside.
Someone teach me how to sleep.
I suppose Reverend Horton Who is not that person. He always strikes me as (Besides a very funny, competent lyricist for a musical band) as someone who has maxed out on uppers his whole life.
IDK.
Anna
The actual song is called, "I want to teach you how to eat." Only food is definitely a metaphor for sex which is another thing I'd probably bit you if you laid a hand on me. Etc.