Damp dry cloth.
Doggy chew my 'shit-flu'.
"Girl you know it's true", Mum's completely psychologically dependent upon receiving poo-screw.
Quite different from the version by George Bernard Shaw Your mum's interpretation of 'Pig-Ma-Lion' upset the RSPCA and almost certainly broke the law
Dad's porn star dreams are a tad overambitious, Given that his genitals are mostly fictitious.
Dad's made a mess of his pants then sheets, fragments of shit twixt your mum's fanny pleats.
Put my name up in lights, Then ignore my basic human rights.
it was nigh on impossible to keep pace with your Mum. She helped with the rhythm though as she banged on a drum. (all the action was, naturally, up the bum).
You'd better call the hotel staff, I've given you an impromptu cum bath.
Dad's caught the attention of the morning primary school drop-off throng, Dressed very simply in a micro-thong.
"Whenever you find you are on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect." Your dad's never had that problem, with his small prick that fails to erect.
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