Talk about piss.
Mum's foaming arse-slop, Is considered by blokes as the cream of the crop.
A bog-bloke is likely to find himself thoroughly chastened If he enters the bogs with his trousers fastened
Press F to pay respects to my genitals
Mum's always been more of a 'taker' rather than a 'giver,' Hence her arsehole resembling a bucket of chopped liver.
Mum's facilitating a masterclass, On how to take it very hard, up the arse.
Mum’s not after a ‘caped crusader’ So much as 30-50 feral bog-blokes to anally invade ‘er.
Overhead kick my twat off like Pelé; Shouting 'fuck me, that's incredibly smelly'.
On the day the Russians launched Sputnik Mum celebrated in the bogs getting Spunktin
I find it quite threatening; Your mum's arse, beckoning.
Dad's having a bedsit teddy bear's picnic, And imagining his cuddly toys don't mind he's got a prick that's not thick.
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