Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Ballad of the Bumbling Brit

There once was a bumbling Brit
Who struggled to find his wife's clit
He'd awkwardly squeeze her
But ne'er did he please her
And settled for fondling her tit

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


"Some wings", I did think, "would be nice"
I requested the extra-hot spice
Now all I can say's
Thank God for bidets
'Cause that spicy food always burns twice