An after christmas thought from your idiot

[bakersfieldpethead]

As I lay at night thinking of lots of things to do,
My mind begins to wonder about little funny stories too,
I remember of the times that I ran away and tried to hide,
From the big old mean poopoo monster that came from deep inside,

It�s never about the story that really ever matters,
It�s the thought that counts and the feelings you get when you relieve your bladder,
Screaming Children and Frightened old people running in a pool of pea,
From being scared out of their wits, that makes me happy with glee,

Oh the holidays that comes every year and oh how they make me laugh,
It�s a simple thought that always lets you know, Bakersfieldpethead is back.

FROM THE BATHROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!