One of Life's Little Problems, by 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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