It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.
I kissed my nana with this mouth. She kissed me back.
She liked my dance with a different drummer.
Do your boobs hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?
Hers did.
And Jesus loved the little children.
ALL THE CHILDREN.
Not just yours.
She needed a new ass, hers had a hole in it.
Oh, sing her toothless wonder.
We bake when our neighbor dies. If one of us gets an elk, everyone gets some elk.
Papa always has a goodie.
Fifth wheel rug burns on their 50th. Wouldn’t be able to get it up even if he found it.
I didn’t say it, she did.
It went down the anals* of history.
Gotta be quicker than that.
She wasn’t born in a barn and she wasn’t born yesterday.
And she was tickled by a wind up penis.
Be good and if you can’t be good, get some for her.
A bushel and a peck.
Always.
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