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My uncle Roy is An encyclopedia Of pornography. How sad that a boy So full of promise would grow To be Scott Baio. It goes in your mouth I won't tell you what it is You fucking pervert.
Grape jelly ruined
"Get offa my cloud!" Mick Jagger said to Gandhi It's a gas gas gas. You foiled me, Bond! I never thought you'd find that Secret doggy door Wanna go get stoned? I got a time machine, so Let's get blasphemous.
You
may be richer Lots of things arouse Sexual excitement in My closet at home I have carefully Arranged many syllables To make a dick joke. The last line of this Haiku has eight syllables. I sure done fucked things up this time. Let's go to the bar And find some drunken frat boys And ruin their lives.
Come check out all this Underage pussy we got! Kitten adoptions!
Put that thing away before you get us all killed, You goddamn nazi!
That trifling whore is fucking my best friend tonight. Nah...eight rabid hounds.
Los Angeles folks, on the whole, are well prepared for how hot Hell is.
I heard she loved dogs so I dragged ass on the rug and didn't get laid.
"No iceberg lettuce?" "No, I'm very sorry, sir - blame global warming." |
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