Scientologist's cock.
Mum needed her inhaler, After a visit from Vlad the Impaler.
While dad's at home performing a solitary act of self-pollution, Mum's performing 30-50 acts of rapid bum-prostitution.
Mum's personality's not very likable, But blokes don't care, as long as she's "town bike-able".
Do a perfectly spherical poo
Halve me.
Supermarket trolly-gone-wrong, rally-dad speeds up (tyres gone), Which isle do we end up in? The coleslaw one.
Early years bogs-blokes knew they'd 'struck oil,' When mum first started working "the hole from where she doth soil."
Your father's latest 'groupy', uses pasta in a sex game called 'Prick Spaghetti-Hoopy'.
Dad's standing in the election on a strong single issue: A demand to have his face imprinted on all primary school toilet tissue.
Write a concept album about: yep, trainer bras
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