Cunt.
Dad's playing a version of 'Who's Who,' With collected images of other bloke's poo.
Mum's offering lifetime guarantees, To all thick blokes, of bogs freebies.
Mum's in extremely poor bum-health, Because when wide-pricked blokes are around, she can't help herself.
The basic premise is still the same; your bum, my leg, and loads of pain.
Father in the bedroom, sounds emitted: shrill, You've been elected to pay the communal-shit-thrills bill. Penis size: Nil.
There's been so many, it's almost impossible to collate, the litres of cum dribbling from your mum's frontis-grate.
It's amazing, how blokes are prepared to take their chances, When mum has such atrocious twat and arse flatulences.
When your mum's in the gents there's always such a busy kafuffle Weird really, considering her cunt resembles a bucket of butchers offal.
Dad: at the playground trying for a game of strip Pokemon card battlers Mum: only entertaining real 'bum-rattlers'
Mum's fucking a bloke - dick a big and good'un, He's reamed her arse and now her little puddin.
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