dad's seventy-fifth bloke this evening was far from satisfied.
the blood/spunk mixture in his shitbox had stratified.
(by an independent surveyor this was ratified.)
It’s not quite true that Mum’s got an insatiable sexual appetite-
Once, in 1974, she requested a 5 minute break after 2 continuous weeks of being tag-teamed up the bum-pipe
Dad's studying his balls in the barely reflective metalic mirror in the gents.
Then sadly announces;
"What a dazzling display of scrotal disfigurements".
