Wormy Crawfish, Camel Cigarettes, and Dirty Old Men... Oh...and "The Mescan"
How Jess and I have survived each other in the past 6 months is absolutely beyond me. We Rock hard core and there's just nothing anyone can do about it. Our awesome friend Jenn who is home from el collegio came to play with us last night. While enjoying some 65th anniversary lonestar she began to impart upon us a small tidbit of her infinite wisdom. 1. It seems that Crawfish have worms. 2. When dogs eat crawfish, they get these worms. 3. *Apparently humans do NOT get these worms. **now we're not entirely sure this is the truth because her professor was not inclined to answer such a frivolous question**
Now since I (being the comedic genius I often am) was in such rare form last night, I couldn't resist delving deeper into this new found knowledge.
I then proceeded to make the comment that my butt had been a little itchy lately. This of course was heard by the one and only Mescan. Thus inciting a bit of literary banter on my part.
So here it is in all its glory...
Rick's Song
I love my Mescan Rick Even though sometimes he's a Dick I ask him to go buy me beer and he never sheds a tear
I know talk is cheap but my Mescan Rick is not a creep I love his smile and I love his hugs Although his butt may have bugs It may be from crawfish It may be from worms the only thing that would make him better is a Jeri-Curl perm
Oh I love my Mescan Rick Even though his butt is sick Oh I love my Mescan Rick He really makes me tick
If you see my Mescan Rick and he's draggin his butt don't get confused cause he's not a mutt At least he's good at something be it crashing windows or smoking weed You'll never ever forget the Mescan cause deep down he's all you'll ever need
