Brad = 7 and 3/4 inches - Garth = 6 and 3/8 inches
You've been tugging that thing for an hour
And it don't seem to want to rise
And it ain't like I don't want to
Rock and roll between your thighs
Why don't we wait until I'm sober
And I can make that bad boy stand
I'm so happy just to hold you
And you don't need to sprain your hand
If you keep jerkin on that gherkin
Yer gonna raise blisters on my skin
Just let me sleep for a couple hours
And like the south I'm gonna rise again
"I hope this guy garners enough of a cult following to keep writing and playing for years to come. Clever lyrics, and well-crafted musicianship appear to be stock in trade, even people that don't like cowboy music will find something to appreciate here."
1/2 oz Chocolate sauce.
1/2 oz Bailey's Irish Cream
1 oz Butterscotch Schnappes
Shake with ice. Strain into shot glass.
Pour on nipples and lick it off.
"This has got to be the funniest filthiest thing I've ever heard. No matter what kind of music you enjoy, Brad has the thing for you no matter how you're feeling! Guaranteed to pick you up. F--- It is a great philosophy, and is my favorite song on the album."
I'm no fan of silicone
I like my tomatoes homegrown.
Come on sit up on my lap
Let's undo your little bra strap
Brush your hair back out the way
Let those puppies come out and play
Show me your rack