When I fill out those sheets on my health history, the Doctor lauphs at me. I filled it out right, I'm a 16 male, 6 months into labor.
After I filled out that I'm a male 6 months into labor, the next question asks, do I have any healh problems. "I am a guy in labor, what do you think?"
When I drill a hole in my head, I can't find a brain?
Whenever I look in the mirror some ugly guy's lookin at me?
My driving instructor says I'm a bad driver. Who drives on the right side of the road?
I dream of being cool? I've got my 6 track, I'm hip, I'm cool, I'm jive, I wear bell bottoms, and platform shoes. And who could diss my fro?(way jive)
