Different shaped arseholes.
I saw your mum and thought I ought to warn her that there's not much business on that street corner.
Dad's been fucking mostly 'roadkill'; It's the only thing that will keep vaguely still.
Dad's published a book of nursery rhymes Which is more a laundry list of attempted sexual crimes
Mum doesn't do tick, Unless, of course, bloke's are really thick.
Bogs-blokes have a strong hunch, That it was sweetcorn mum had for lunch.
Outside the bogs, blokes are 'Christmas caroling,' Inside the bogs, mum's receiving a festive wheelbarrowing.
Bogs-blokes loved ones looking for last-minute gifts, Could do a lot worse than tickets for mum's famous All-night Xmas Shifts.
When the sexual scores are handed out, Dad’s a ‘zero to none’ Despite desperate pleading, no-one will ever give him ‘1’
Mum's a self-declared superfan, Of super-enormohung man.
Your parents in gents-blokes horror-sex! Mum on the fucks, Dad on the sucks!
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