Oh god.
Two bottles of white cider and about thirty blokes in, Parity reached, between sizes of mum's bum and wheelybin.
TRUE OR FALSE? Did mum used to be in a band, Called 'Mum and The Farmhands?'
Mum’s doing her annual ‘24 hours of Le Mans’ Featuring many many of le mans
All bogs tales are about giving mum a good stuffing; Her bum has become a sort of bogs-MacGuffin.
Mum and Battersea Dogs’ home have entered a partnership agreement Whereby she ‘disposes’ of their entire output of canine excrement
Cold night in the gents, mum's nips like docker's thumbs Dad's keeping warm though: arse full of old sailor's cum!
Mum's got the attention span, Of how long it takes to satisfy the next bogs-man.
Dad's put the contract out to tender; "Wanted: deaf, blind, massive-bummed bender (preferably, a convicted sex offender)".
Mum's writing her autobiography and referring to a thesaurus, Desperately looking for alternative words for 'anus.'
Your arsehole's a cunt.
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