Open the pod bay doors.
It's a bit mean, But bogs-blokes sometimes like to trick mum, by popping on a bit of Vaseline.
Many blokes are suffering from the trauma, Of exposure to mum's end of shift "arse korma."
Dad first discovered he prefers men, In a toy shop, after spotting Barbies' Ken, (left premises in police custody after committing sex-offen').
Although access is hardly akin to Fort fucking Knox, Mum's cunt is still like two pieces of dried apricot.
Mum's 'poos' offering: paired down for '24; Her colon mono-spewing a kind of shitty coleslaw.
Mum's doing her thousandth obscene photo-shoot, Closeups of her bumhole getting ruined by blokes' enormous "root", While caked head to toe in "dog-fruit".
According to the very latest 'mori poll', your mum's got a cunt exactly the same shape and diameter of a large salad bowl.
Mum’s not one for online dating Preferring the traditional β€˜being pissed and shat on through a rusty iron grating’
Dad's happy, With his new design for a lingerie nappy.
Mum takes charge, Sorting out the "massive" from the "large."
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