INTELLECTUAL MEN, by debbie Subscribe to rss feed for debbie

My Tow Tow is so risky,
He's always feeling bloody frisky,
He does'nt seem to care,
When dropping kegs like no-ones there,
STOB -IT I always sternly shout,
Which never- ever bears me clout,
I call it the cheeky chappy curse but this inevitabily makes
him worse,
"Behave yourself you're all grown up,"
He's just a dirty little pup
Posted: 2007-07-24 10:25:15 UTC

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