The right wrong place.
Dad caught with loads of vids of toddlers in the bath, Plea? "It was just for a laugh".
Dad's career as a lollipop lady hit the skids, When he blatantly showed his willy to kids.
Mum shakes out her twat like Town Criers bells, A powerful calling to blokes, but fuck me, it smells.
Bogs-blokes have got zero impulse control, In and around mum's arsehole.
Mum goes absolutely nutter, If not sufficiently reamed in the poo-gutter.
Eureka! Mum's invented the new double-holed knicker!
Mum's getting poo-hammered in the portaloo of a covered market by an art exhibition fraudulently claiming to be the works of Henri Matisse; Dad? Wanking geese.
New this Chrimbo: Dad now self-identifying as "thinbo".
Mum's main area of knowledge, Centres around 'arseholedge.'
When it comes to turdis-wrong, your dad's got the tee-shirt, turned away at the vicar's disco (it's smothered in cock-yoghurt).
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