In the main, wrong.
Mum's working the bogs at the Superbowl, And hoping for outcome: "Super Salad Bowl."
Breakfast bap my crap.
Mum's achieved 100% market capture, In sector "knee-tremblers in the crapper".
Mum? It's a miracle her bum hasn't actually burst (After trip to German bogs feat. Klaus 'Big Wurst');
Dad heading to the playground, to try on his luck, And offer parents a tenner, to lend him their kids for a fuck.
For mum and her derrière, It's a case of 'the more the merrier.'
Halt, boys, it's a wrap, your dad's been massively smothered in crap.
Bum engineers are concerned it's just the tip of the iceberg; Up mum's poo caverns they have discovered an enormous sperm-berg.
Dad’s version of β€˜jumping the shark’ Was getting caught by Nonce Squad flashing toddlers in the park
Mum's bum looking extremely haggard, Bigblokes are running her ragged. Dad? Sexual laggard.
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