One of Life's Little Problems, by Phillip Wilson Subscribe to rss feed for Phillip Wilson

There was once a boy with a little hair, 
 Right in the middle of the pee hole of his penis.
 So whenever he pissed, he became a golfer,
 rarely sending the stream of urine 
 in the desired direction.      
    
Posted: 2016-09-06 20:42:28 UTC

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