INTELLECTUAL MEN, by 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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