Smile,
you daft donkey,
don't be the ass
you long to be,
'cause you see,
that it's you,
who makes me smile
when my dentures
slip and clack,
or when my finger
innocently traces its
way into my nostril
like a prospector -
diggin' for gold,
you tell everyone my
nose was itchy,
if my flatulence
slips, not a nasty
word passes your
lips, you keep my
innocense,
so remember,
you toad filled
hooligan,
if not for your
kindness and belief,
I'd be crazy,
instead of just
lazy...
In a list
A contest entry
- For Juls cos I can.... by Cannonsfire.
2850 points, ended August 31, 15 entries
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Comments
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lol I can see you bought a smile to her face
C
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thank you so much for this, it had me laughing... much better than feeling crappy
Juls
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