A ring
Yes, I was sleeping and one woke me
I was misbehaving and one choked me
I was poor and one broke me
I was fake and threw one away
He was fake and tried to take it anyway
You lose a finger that way
One skewered her young skin
A meathook around the rosie
Give me one when you get home
I was misbehaving and one choked me
I was poor and one broke me
I was fake and threw one away
He was fake and tried to take it anyway
You lose a finger that way
One skewered her young skin
A meathook around the rosie
Give me one when you get home
posted by Chad and Sharon at 1:24 PM
1 Comments:
Here.
I sit satisfied, like a man after making love to his wife. Once every two months, no less. He's been married a while.
I roll over, whispering sweet comments to your blog, lighting a cigarrette.
Was it good for you? I ask.
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