Amy rose :)
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Ah freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.
Well doc .:;) the sly one was great at writing poetry
You want to see the poems he use to write for Maya X
I once knew a couple
whose name was McKhan
they gave birth to a boy
a fine young man
baptism day came
at the church down the lane
and the priest fuckin fainted
when he heard the babies name........
they called him Genghis McKhan.
:)
Westside.
There once was a plumber from Lee
When he was plumbing his girl by the sea
She said, Stop, someones coming
He said, I know,
That someone who's coming is me!