Happy Birthday Edna
Well, Happy Birthday Edna
You smelly little runt
Even if you don't have one
You sure smell like a bunt
And many happy more returns
You stinky little dish
Reminding me of nothing else
But over broiled fish.
You truly do inspire me
To reach the lowest lows
In your ripped up little dress
And soiled panty hose.
So blow the candles and the guests
And eat the bloody cake
We'll drink and spew until the place
Looks like a frigging lake.
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I am touched at this tribute to me from Canada. I once met a Canadian girl and in the morning I had quite forgotten her name. But the stains on the sheets spelled disaster. Maybe that was her name after all?
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Touched.
You remind me I need rubber gloves in the car. Thanks.
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A wonderful entry for one of AP's prolific writers, will fit in very well here methinks. 
Best of luck to you...Scott
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A wonderful tribute to a wonderful contest. What is a bunt? Surely you meant c**t? Lows/panty hose worked very well. Well done.
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It bomes and goes.
Periodic, you know. -
Of bourse I meant bunt.
My fubking b isn't working on this bobksubking bumputer.
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