Making mountains out of molehills...
Run-of-the-mill bogs-fucks, mum's beginning to hate, That was until one extremely big-bloke made her arsehole irreversibly dilate.
Send my aunt a telegram describing in exquisite detail the diseases ravaging my scrotum and perineum
Oh for fuck's sake, Mum's been involved in an appalling bukkake (she's been 'iced' like a five-tier wedding cake).
In the aftermath of festive Christmas cheer, I thought I'd pop my head in the bogs and peer, And sure enough amongst the puddles of sick and beer, Lies your mother naked and halved (oh dear).
Dad's into dogging, Mum's into bogging.
rectal abomination, corporal punishment, bum log flagellation.
Mum taking anally 8 blokes (don't fitty-fitty). It's just cocks aiming for somewhere (it's shitty-shitty).
It certainly beat the normal shite you get on Saturday night TV, That time your mum appeared on The Generation Game and was basically fucked in three.
Bogs-blokes are rarely once bitten twice shy, When it comes to screwing mum's weeping brown-eye.
Mum's gens: no longer tight, Dad's gens: 'travelling light.'
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