Women love cats, yes, they do
Men say that they like them to
But men kick them, yes, they do
Women love cats, yes, they do
Men say that they like them to
But men kick them, yes, they do
Peach and Bimbette were walking down the street
When
one spots a compact lying on the concrete
Peach
bends down and picks it up from the gutter
She
opens it, looks in the mirror and starts to mutter
“Hmm,
this person looks very familiar you know”
“I
know her, but I can’t think where from though”
Taking
the compact Bimbette says “let me see!”
She
looks at it and says, “You dumb bitch it's me!”
What is it that you could have done, when?
Your
wife walks over to you in your den
Slaps
your face hard and walks away then
Obviously,
you left the chain to long again
I have a simple question that won’t let me relax
How
can you determine as a matter of fact?
Whether
they’re on their fronts or their backs
When
an eighteen thirty girl reaches climax?
If
really difficult to tell when she never reacts
Some
say, “who cares” and just make tracks
Does
she drops her nail-file or ask for a snack
If a man is stood
Talking
in a wood
Only
to himself
And
no one else
His
wife is not near
And
so, cannot hear
So,
if he is stood
Talking
in a wood
Out
of the throng
Is
he still wrong?
There was once this terrorist group
Some
obscure fundamentalist troop
Who
hijacked one of the Jumbo fleet
With
a Journalist in every single seat
They
made their demands right away
And
if they weren’t met without delay
They
threatened police in the tower
To
release one Journalist every hour
There were two models
Bimbette
and Peach
Who
once stole a calendar
And
got six months each