so he thunk and he thunk. Then, an inspiration
so he thunk and he thunk. Then, an inspiration
but alas, he forgot again, silly coot
."There must be something?" he thought. Then a crash from
the other room took his attention back to the red
smear that he noticed down the inside of his thigh.
Bugger, he said, gotta stop anal sex with that
Yowsers, said Smeg's distant cousin and pirouetted gaily into
the path of a large truck doing 120 mph.
Noodles stopped to lick up the spent
remains of the soggy bag of fish.
Fell asleep while calling the sardine sweetheart in the missionary
just out of town last week, he remembered. The Nuns
had a special sauce which he adored
and rarely a night went past that he wasn't up
experimenting with that sauce and its secret hidey hole
in the dark cellar, with only a dim light
as the Nuns watched on 'till the morning light.
Archbishop Blackgang was not amused at the wandering index finger
that was slipped sneakily into his cancerous rectum
, noodles he shouted, why only the single digit
his erection began to hurt, for his new prince Albert
before taking advantage of his other availabe orifice whereby he
gobbled and gobbled, slobbered and swallowed,
a small drop escaped....must not waste good food mummy
. Noodles' Mummy had always been very strict about table manners.
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