Tweezers.
Dad asked to leave parents evening, Due to his enquiries about other children along with heavy breathing.
Dad's got a lot on his plate, Mainly shit and piss - and it doesn't taste great.
Harvest my arse dregs In dystopian poo-kegs.
Tripped and fell (dad's shit slide and urine carousel).
‘W-w-where do I g-go? W-where’s Mum?’ a fresh-faced bogs-lad on his first day stammered Big Bloke Barry: ‘over there’s the queue lad, get in line: she’s having her bum jackhammered’.
Mum's fanny area seen somehow to be 'glowering'; after being fucked to Another Level (a colossal Dane Bowers-ing).
Sad Dad coming out of court, failed to ‘beat the rap’ ‘No gens’ indecent exposure defence a failure because he was also ‘completely covered in crap’
Dad's "stable door" wide open; passersby "revolted"; After his miniature "horse" has clearly "bolted".
It's a widely known fact, That dad's not only nano-cocked, but also pico-sacked.
What's disease ridden, small, and a constant failure? Yep, you got it! It's your genitalia!
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