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Governor Clinton was jogging on a fine summer's day.
He was eating a Big Mac he purchased on the way.
His face was red, his breath short, he was nearing to the end!
There was no stopping him; the chance of failure, slim!
He was so proud of himself for getting fit-
'WAIT A SECOND, LOOK AT THOSE TITS'
Oh s**t, a distraction! He was quickly loosing his traction!
He ran up to the woman, slowly jogging ahead.
"HEY BBY, SCREW RUNNING, HOW ABOUT WE ******** INSTEAD?!"
Alas, Bill never fnished his jog.
At least he got some p***y, THAT DIRTY, DIRTY DOG
- by Frau Bauer |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/17/2010 |
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