Mum's working the bogs at the Superbowl,
And hoping for outcome: "Super Salad Bowl."
you have no real concept of time, person or place and hence you are constantly shitting all over your own head and face.
Mum's anal history,
Will go down in the annals of history.
Dad "Hi sorry, don't want to be an imposition,
But can I quickly just borrow your kids a minute, to try out a sex position?"
It was when we were listening to Lynard Skynard,
That you finally dislocated my innards.
Loo-fellas well contemplate how the saying "the squeaky wheel gets the grease",
Describes aptly mum's habitual behaviour re: bogs, blokes, her, and her shit-crease.
We're entering that time of year where we like to show goodwill to all men,
Your mum's got the spirit! 60min suck 'n' fuck for the price of ten!
Bogs-blokes have wiped completely off the map,
The area from which mum used to crap.
The landlord's proposing a toast,
To mum's ninetieth consecutive night of spit-roast.
Piercer unable to find delicate enough genital ‘bling’
To ‘Prince Albert’ Dad’s little ‘bee sting’
