Fucking jesus.
Pissflaps. Mishaps. Relapse. Someone craps.
Mum offers absolutely no resistance, When it comes to blokes getting in her pants.
For recipes, your dad consults the ghost of Fanny Craddock, Via weegie, Aunt rejuvination (twat-haddock).
Dad’s β€˜genital cupboard’ is entirely bare Except for cobwebs, crumbly smegma and a forlorn, single pubic hair
Pay me, Then display me.
Dad's installed a 24 hour live 'Zoom' At the exit of the toddler log-flume.
Police and local authorities are struggling to digest, The sheer scale of dad's latest grounds-of-primary-school dirty protest.
Mum's gens: no longer tight, Dad's gens: 'travelling light.'
Your father's (very remote) chances of getting some 'between the sheets time', would have marginally improved had his cock not been suspended in brine.
It’s not the Dunning-Krueger effect: Mum really does know everything about getting her arsehole wrecked
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