Fart into my iris.
On entry to the bogs, blokes are handed a strong laxative, So when it's their turn with mum, they've "nothing left to give."
Mum's poo-axis, Is basically public access.
Mum doesn't have safe words for "slow down," When blokes are really heavily "potting her brown."
Mum: the opposite of a β€˜cock blocker’ Dad: penis resembles a doll’s house door knocker
Dad's Burger Van version of a Happy Meal, Includes kids being invited to "have a feel."
Dad's having a "me day", Which appears to mostly entail public genital display.
Playground dad arrested halfway out of his cycling shorts, Wibbling about little green men "trying to steal his thoughts".
Dad listens to Bette Midler, *Because* he's a kiddie fiddler.
No kidding, Dad's gone 'kidding.'
Mum in gent's free-for-all, blokes come and go as they please, fair chance she's now got every sexual disease.
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