Dad gets very dodgy spam in his inbox,
Mum gets chunks of meat in her shitbox.
Mum’s on Dragon’s Den trying to get Theo Paphitis
Interested in her idea of ‘spaff all over my tits’
after conducting a thorough analysis,
dad concluded that he needed to be entirely covered in piss.
It's a matter of some debate
If dad actually has the necessary equipment to procreate
Micro-willyologists have answered Dad's prayer:
They've upgraded him from 'pubic hair'
To 'barely there'
churn my back end butter.
Mum's manifest admiration of Russian space technology,
Makes one ponder on the word 'split', and its etymology.
Mum: bow-legged after encounter with Aussie bloke Big Bruce (cock like stacked Fosters 'tinnies');
Dad: suffering a terminal case of 'the thinnies'
Mum feels there is no solid basis,
For the involvement of any solid faeces.
Blokes doing illegal stuff,
To mum's crap trough.
