“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Saturday, June 26, 2004

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay

Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
Leaving my spray

Sex farm woman,
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman,
I'll rake and hoe you down
Sex farm woman,
don't you see my silo rising high?

Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering you livestock
They know what I need

Working up a hot sweat
Crouching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed

Sex farm woman,
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman,
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman,
don't you hear my tractor rumbling by?

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
Poking your hay


Song: Sex Farm
Artist: Spinal Tap
Album: This Is Spinal Tap



Ok. So I got to hang out with Mike and Bradley and I got to talk to Ryan about the affair at the farm tomorrow.

We're heading down about noon or one. We'll probably stay till midnight or one AM, maybe longer, but we don't plan to sleep down there.

I repeat, if you are a woman and would like for me to sex you up, that can easily be arranged.

Anyways, I'll be checking this tomorrow before I leave, so if you want to come then e-mail me for directions.

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