Christening The Crapper
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
Akin to an old mower is my rear. It lurches and splutters into gear. And just now I let rip …
This golden brown strumpet… I just blasted with a trumpet. Glistening in a rusty dark hue… From my rear it …