MY PENIS TOLLS FOR THEE
MY PENIS SPITS WHITE TEARS OF JOY.
MY PENIS SEES RIGHT THROUGH YOU.
MY PENIS EARNS THE NICKNAME, "THE TEFLON DONG."
IN THE FUCK-O-METER OF LIFE, MY PENIS DANCES IN THE RED ZONE.
MY PENIS IS THE ONLY ONE HERE MAKING YOU MONEY, AND YOU STILL COMPLAIN.
YOUR WIFE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A MIDNIGHT SNACK.
MY PENIS IS A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY.
MY PENIS SEES RIGHT THROUGH YOU.
MY PENIS EARNS THE NICKNAME, "THE TEFLON DONG."
IN THE FUCK-O-METER OF LIFE, MY PENIS DANCES IN THE RED ZONE.
MY PENIS IS THE ONLY ONE HERE MAKING YOU MONEY, AND YOU STILL COMPLAIN.
YOUR WIFE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A MIDNIGHT SNACK.
MY PENIS IS A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY.
posted by My Mouth at 12:24 PM
2 Comments:
I'd like to be making some money, too.
My wife is more than a midnight snack to me.
HOPES AND DREAMS ARE WHAT LOSERS ARE MADE OF.
Post a Comment
<< Home