Bad Influences

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After seeing Jackass 4 a few of my friends and I recreated our childhoods and acted out on silly stuints like ghost pepper hot sauce shots, putting a tens unit on our testes, and other ridiculous things. Just trying to channel our inner deviant after growing up. I felt it important to encapsulate that here.

Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth a’grit

Grasping his precious jewels 
The tens unit clung
Crank that cruel switch to eleven so
His unborn kids will know he was stung

A blindfolded face, cigarette tastes,
Tighty-whities, and a Big Mac burger,
A boxing glove hits a fragile place
So he screamed that his meat was murdered

Hot sauce dares with a barren gut
The bottle beckons, its all for good fun
Capsaicin will rain hell upon his you know what
Chug the demon’s drizzle and the damage is done

Office chair races down a favorite hill
Speeding down through memory lane
On my way towards a hefty dentist bill but 
Jackassery is always worth the pain

Rock fights in mud is a childish leisure
With a soundtrack of chuckles and thuds
Growing up simple and hollow is a pleasure
When your friends are a bundle of duds

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