Whoever you are, you nasty thing, you filthy snot,
while you are out in our parking lot, you deposited something to the clutter.
No doubt your mind was in the gutter, you abandoned your condom, with its ring of rubber.
But thats not it, what's gross indeed, is that you left it filled with your seed-
Your git gel, your spunk, the remants of ba donk a dunk. Some sculpting gel, some mushroom shake, hopefully it really didn't break.
I'd dare not touch it, I might get the clap, but I'll check the video camera for pictures of a Lombardi Slap.
( True that there was a used rubber in the parking lot. False that I walked within 20 feet of it.)
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
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2 comments:
What prose! Maybe you should read it out there and give a little class to our toilet of a parking lot.
Happy Birthday!
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