Treasure Island

Buddy Bee Anthony


Four Letter 'Work' Song


Work me up
work me out
work me flip side down
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  • * Sunprincess * (6/29/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    ..........loved reading this one....when are you going to start building those pyramids of America? ... (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (6/27/2014 9:22:00 PM)

    Hey Gary, aka BBA,

    my favorite lines:

    work me to a lather
    Work me til my backbone breaks
    and the buzzards gather.........................i'm circling now. DINNER! .......very nice. :) bri aka bri

    oops! left another comment over a year ago. that's ok. (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (5/4/2014 3:10:00 PM)

    I was reading along and enjoying every word until a name popped up that stung and hurt. Please say there is some way that no blasphemy was intended. Read mine – If There Be No God –
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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