Friend’s first, then soul mates
Then we spoke of
wedlock
Now our souls are
intertwined
Friend’s first, then soul mates
Then we spoke of
wedlock
Now our souls are
intertwined
The exited states of America
Have an upcoming
election
And a Trump victory
will make
A confused sperm asked for directions
Not really a masculine
trait
But he asked and was
told
Oh, I wouldn’t start
from here mate
That's political correctness that is
When my little neighbour Allen
A short ass with a chip on his shoulder
Is actually vertically
challenged
My wife drove her first husband
To shoot himself in
despair
But she only drove her
second
There they go round the mulberry bush,
Showing there bush,
Showing there bush,
There they go round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.
Are you wearing silk
drawers?
I only ask you as I
can see
That you appear to be
the victim
Of an elastic deficiency
And if you combine
that
With the force of
gravity
They are around your
ankles
You may think it a
catastrophe
But I would beg to
differ