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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